The Witch (feat. Aoife O'Donovan)

I was a storm in a teacup

Thickening the water, steeped in my anger

And you claimed to be the one to understand (don’t you understand?)

You’re not a friend to me, just a stranger

Grinning like some sick entertainer

Is this the going trend?

Oh pious pilgrim

Your temper is bad

You won’t tell me how I got here

I don’t know where I’m at

Oh what a vision

When I dreamt I moved through you and

Burned my name into your chest

What a wicked web you do weave

The tale of the good boy seduced by the witch

The song of the siren drowns the men against the cliffs

Single me out as the source of your dread

I don’t need to suffer your threats

There’s no room to breathe

Oh pious pilgrim

Your temper is bad

You won’t tell me how I got here

But I know where I’m at

Oh what a vision

When I dreamt I moved through you and

Burned my name into your chest

With aloe vera stems

And blistered skin

I’ll stitch myself back together again

Lie on the pyre

And wait for you

I’ll see you soon

And I’ll hunt you then

Oh pious pilgrim

My temper is bad

I won’t tell you how you got here

But you’ll know where you’re at

Oh what a feeling

When I see through you and

Burn my name into your chest

You will know

You’ll know

Know my name