I'm not sorry that you live for trick or treat
I need more than just a Harlotte's place to sleep
Did it hurt, was it hard?
Do you need your mama for your broken heart

Ill walk witches loan and ask for a reprieve
Ill wear rusty branks and find it hard to breath
Are you sad? Do you cry?
Is it hard to see yourself with blood in your eyes?

Sisters pardon and a 'thank you for your time'
Build a tombstone to replace the busted sign
Are you proud? Are you right?
Does it help your conscience when you're sleeping at night?

Beg your pardon sir for all my awful crimes
Are you a woman if you ain't crossing their lines
Are we bad? Will we learn?
Are we just descendants of the witch you couldn’t burn