Witches

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