A Witch Like Me Lyrics

I cast a spell, as my candles flutter and our wicks intertwine.

Cinnamon on the pages, boy your soul is mine

The night knows my passion as I write your name, My oath is sworn,

your desire for me is born

So mote it be. So mote it be.

That's what you get for fucking with a witch like me

Woah, woah

I sign our contracts in blood,

As I will be the only thing you will ever dream of

I will haunt you forever.

As I cast my spell, you cast aside whoever

So mote it be. That's what you get for fucking with a witch like me

You belong to me, woah

I make a deal with darkness as I cut my hand and let the water run red

I seal our fate with scripture Letting my obsession run wild inside my head

I place my palm against the mirror And open up a door across all time

There isn't a world where you're not mine, woah

I flick my wrist as a dark smirk spreads across my face

My essence will be the last thing you shall ever taste

So Mote it be. That's what you get for fucking with a witch like me

Your soul belongs to me