New Witch Hunt Iris Bilinsky

In the night, the devil plays
And in the light, he parties with the rest of the saints
Darkness covers all his deeds
And so all the sinners bleed forever

And so he goes to work
With all his papers
And paranoia
Safe and sound
Underground
In paranoia

And all of the witches crawl
From their crypts just to talk about him
And some of their demon-spawn
Will go on to talk about it
Without thinking much about it

I was shrouded in the darkness
Grieving all my stupid losses
I was so innocent
I wasn’t innocent
Anymore than anyone around
They stole the grounds
They showed me how