The illusion of the witch, is it blood or speech?
Is that she's a temptatious itch that i cannot seem to reach
Confrontation, dilemma, is it pact or love?
Is she worth the drama? Is she worth a dove?

You burn me at the stake
I dig a hole in the grave
Witches make endless keepsakes
A face is all it takes

Slit their throats, fit on different skins
I am the goat, we'll pray for their sins
Thomasin was right, moral ground won't matter
Close ones we're blind, no one's heart will shatter

You burn me at the stake
I dig a hole in the grave
Witches make endless keepsakes
A face is all it takes

You burn me at stake
You dig my hole in the grave
Witches make endless keepsakes
And give me all the blame