Tekst piosenki
Dismissing your mission
To feel happy and content
Because there’s injustice
On another continent
That’s not empathy
It’s psychosis
That’s our professional diagnosis
Needless to say
These witches have a different focus
Feathers
Garlic
Other hocus pocus
Wolfsbane and beeswax
To create a false epiphany
The Earth won’t stop spinning
Cause someone else does it differently
Regain your balance
Find joy in the simplicity
No more drops
The youngsters tried plenty
Meandering around your mind
Unable to make the trip stop
Lacking the prowess
For traditional hip hop
Heard a rumor through the grapevine
About an empty canvas
Turned out to be a hoax
Like Atlantis
Never trust girls named Candice
Sneakier than a goddamn praying mantis
Rap lyrics are the crosswords
Of this brave new world
Sharpen the mind
Of every boy and every slut
I take that back
Didn’t mean to offend her
Or send her on a date
With that fifth offender
The pamphlet warned you
I’m an off-the-deep-ender
Mix my liquor
Go on a bender
Organize a kidnapping
All the while your wife’s napping
I take a closer look
And wonder if she snores
Trip
Hear a creak
Hollow spot in the floorboards
Touchdown
The Witch scores
„Fuck yeah”
He screams with bravado
Glances towards the poster
Of a certain miss Lovato
And vows
To camp out outside her fence
Getting rid of him will take more
Than your anti-slut defense
Some mace to his face
Just might do the trick
Make him vanish
Wow
A magic trick
From a magic trick
Click
Like the ones I hear in my phone
Static
Breathing
Interference
Jeopardizing my security clearance
There’s not a whole lot of bosses
Willing to pay me
Really
It was either this or join the Navy
The recruiter didn’t even have to persuade me
Too bad that fucking hype man betrayed me
Now I shoot guns to compensate
This life’s weird enough
Without you trying to complicate
Nothing ever goes according to plan
I used to have a punk band
Kellerman’s gun jammed
Bang
This is the new Southern gothic
An instant classic
That defies
And defines a genre
Brace yourselves
The age of the Witch is upon ya
I think we got it in the bag
We pledge allegiance to the flag
About time we became independent
Celebrate by hugging the bathroom attendant
And then elope
With the Congressman’s daughter
A spitting image
Of your shady-ass father
We’re a perfect match
Even if I’m shorter
Mumbles in her sleep
About curing my disorder
„This is destiny”
I quietly say
My main obsessions
Sex, death and the USA
She satisfies all three
Boys in blue approach from the left field
Past the gallows and on towards me
I scream at the first one to show me his shield
He does just that
And sure enough it’s real
The cuffs go on
The skin’s been peeled
I’ll be forced to take some time off
Start a new book and read
Fire my understudy
Even though he’ll plead
Wait until
These wounds have healed
Cast a new lead
And exhume Scofield
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