Witch Hunt Songtext
von Delaire the Liar

That sharp mouth moved fast
As it spat out glass
That same tongue bleeds for no one
No charm, no light on
Built to hurt the ones unarmed

I have wanted to quit
I have hated it
I have tightened my grip on my cigarette

I think I′ve always just sucked it up
And it has lived there ever since

I hear you calling for a witch hunt
Keep it up, someone will fill your mouth with blood
I hear your rhetoric
And I'm sick of it

I hear you calling for a witch hunt
Keep it up, someone will fill your mouth with blood
I hear your rhetoric
And I′m sick of it


Have you ever tried to speak with feet pressed to your neck?
Have you ever tried to breathe through a coughing fit?
Ever had your arms forced behind your head?
You don't know them
You're not even trying
And fingers crossed so hard that they started to break
Look at this state, how stable
I thought you hang their hands up with nails
I can see your lips smack from across the table

You can′t fall back on the one′s that you laughed at
That's not your net to have
You can′t shake hands when they're not attached
Liar, thief, aristocrat

I hear you calling for a witch hunt
Keep it up, someone will fill your mouth with blood
I hear your rhetoric
And I′m sick of it
I hear you calling for a witch hunt
Keep it up, someone will fill your mouth with blood
I hear your rhetoric
And I'm sick of it