The King Is Dead - Trust No Witch | Текст песни

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It hangs around like a black cloud over my head
Its teeth are sharp like the monster under my bed
Trust no witch
My arms are numb, throat closes up
Open my lungs, breathe through the rust
Lips turn blue as my body gives up
With a knife in her hand, standing in the black
Sitting in the back seat, planning her attack

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