Witch

These hands reach for the light
These hands want warmth
These hands don't want to rot
You are my witch
You cut off my limbs

I'm just burying myself again
With my inaction
My hands are torn off again
You did it my witch

All of my days, I've spent in this mess
I'm living with a wrecking ball
I'm kicking up dust
You're taking up all of my time

I'm just burying myself again
With my inaction
My hands are torn off again
You did it my witch

And I know that it makes no sense
Fighting with you I kill
Kill myself your scythe pierced my spine again

And I know that it makes no sense
Fighting with you I kill
Kill myself your scythe pierced my spine again

And I know that it makes no sense
Fighting with you I kill
Kill myself your scythe pierced my spine again

And I know
My spine again