It was the Sixth of November,
The air was cold as ever.
We walked, hand in hand, across the dimly lit parking lot.
I could feel them staring and gossiping about us.
They don't see us as human, all they see is a lethal weapon.
They want our heads on pikes
Our backs have a steep price .
They're burning all the witches. We have to escape this.
They're a bunch of savages and we, we are just collateral damage
Time was once our only friend
But even that has an end
They're burning all the witches
The fire, destined to singe our skin.
We scattered over the fourth hill of the town, desperate to escape the cruel crowd.
I could see the anger rising from the town center, the light made the night look crystal clear.
The fire's glow caressed your skin and I remembered why I was all in.
They're burning all the witches. We have to escape this.
They're a bunch of savages and we, we are just collateral damage
Time was once our only friend
But even that has an end
They're burning all the witches
The fire, destined to singe our skin.
Let's turn around, kill them with kindness, stand so proud.
They're just jealous because they can't have our happiness
Something about that just feels so tragic.
They're burning all the witches. We have to escape this.
They're a bunch of savages and we, we are just collateral damage
Time was once our only friend
But even that has an end
They're burning all the witches
The fire, destined to singe our skin.
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Songs I'll Never Share (Or So I Thought)
PoesiaMy second collection of songs/poetry. This time around, I set out to create a deeply personal and authentic record. There are sixteen sides of me in this body of work. Every single word was written by me. It's 100% raw, authentic and vulnerable. It'...
