Stay in the shadows
Cheer at the gallows
This is a round up
This is a low flying panic attack
Sing the song on the jukebox that goes
Burn the witch
We know where you live
Red crosses on wooden doors
if you float you burn
Loose talk around the tables
Abandon all reason
Avoid all eye contact
Do not react
Shoot the messengers
This is a low flying panic attack
Sing the song of sixpence that goes
Burn the witch
We know where you live
(sample smear)
A vicious circle
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a song of sixpence that goes
avoid all eye contact
someone else is back
you blow hot and then blow cold
oh yes I confess
I cant help this
Its come back to bite me on the ass
someone else's turn
If I float I burn
abandon all reason
what am i doing
with these
that you -something- off your bones?
Today I've got it bad
seems I've lost the knack
heart play tricks upon my brain
same difference
my synthetic voice is real
back to bite you on the ass
shoot me just because
duo quantum vibrations
someone else's back
oh yes I confess
gone to pieces
if she floats she burns
I've forgotten how to feel
at the gallows
throw the first stone
and remind me what is real
what will come to pass
is a low flying panic attack
----------- histeria
shoot the messenger
throw the first stone
I've abandoned all reason
she ------------ old way
I've come to ruin yer evening meal
-----------------is happening
but I just can't help this
so I will slip between your sheets
burn the witch
what can slip between the sheets
someone else's life
----------------- just slipped past
and go to pieces
avoid all eye contact
do not react
its a low flying panic attack
I thought I was going mad/ I swear
shall go mad
you blew up your lips
------------ I shrunk my hips
-------- forgotten what was real
What will come to pass
burn the witch burn the witch burn
the witch burn the witch
we know where you live
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blow------
synthetic help voices
handle sta------------s
and a low flying panic attack
when I'm on the phone
Im a honeycomb
Your computer voice is real
bring those blue skies back
someone else's flak
a song of sixpence that goes