Thanks to whoever made my shoes here
Wherever you may be now, thank you
I bet you think about killing yourself all the time
I was just born into assumptions
A simple understanding of violence and central air's seduction
But it seems to me salvation's born of need of salvation
And redemption's born of our numbered senses
But I think I'd probably kill myself if I were in your shoes
When we police each other and talk to our pets
It's witchcraft
Witchcraft
Witchcraft
So honestly I don't know if this will make you feel any better
But honestly nothing will throw off your mood all day
More than an afternoon nap will
When we hang any flag and skin our dinner
It's witchcraft
Witchcraft
Witchcraft
In any of the possible other worlds any of us may dream of
The dreams of all other worlds must still persist
And it's witchcraft
Witchcraft
It's witchcraft when you sing
And it's witchcraft in the fear that'll keep you from singing