Witch Hunt - Jack Off Jill

Dead girl’s dance, they burn and twirl

Witch hunt, witch cunt, burn this girl

Dead girl’s dance they burn and twirl

Witch hunt, witch cunt, burn this girl

Dead girl’s dance they burn

I’m running out of air

There’s a carnival in the graveyard tonight

With the clouds that fall with poison

And they fall on my skin making tiny holes

Erasing my legacy

Nothing hurts, nothings right

I am nothing turning to the left

I get on a ride and the ride’s dark

And drive Nazi cars

And I am no longer afraid

Because I’ve held on so tight

That I’ve crushed them

I’ve crushed them, it covers me

And I try to find comfort in the darkness

Where I am no longer your misanthropic majesty

With only one match and one chance to burn

Only one

I’m burning

I’m fucking burning

Dead girl’s dance they burn they twirl

Witch hunt, witch cunt, burn this girl