Leave Something Witchy

At night the voices whisper: Easy
Easy like the hot winds that cut these canyons
Easy like a Santa Susana night

Submission is a gift
Cease to exist
The truth is condemned
Now is the only thing that’s real

Look down at me, you see a fool
Look up, and see your God

Submission is a gift
Cease to exist
The truth is condemned
Now is the only thing that’s real
Look at me, you see yourself
I am your mirror

Never learn not to love
Never learn how to hate
A devil lives inside us all
To die is what we’re taught
But you’re a free soul in a cage
Go out and leave something witchy