A Witch Like Me

I cast a spell, as my candles flutter and our wicks intertwine. Cinnamon on the pages, boy your soul is mine The night knows my passion as I write your name, My oath is sworn, your desire for me is born So mote it be. So mote it be. That's what you get for fucking with a witch like me Woah, woah I sign our contracts in blood, As I will be the only thing you will ever dream of I will haunt you forever. As I cast my spell, you cast aside whoever So mote it be. That's what you get for fucking with a witch like me You belong to me, woah I make a deal with darkness as I cut my hand and let the water run red I seal our fate with scripture Letting my obsession run wild inside my head I place my palm against the mirror And open up a door across all time There isn't a world where you're not mine, woah I flick my wrist as a dark smirk spreads across my face My essence will be the last thing you shall ever taste So Mote it be. That's what you get for fucking with a witch like me Your soul belongs to me