Witches

Fate is hanging on a black and white contradiction
In the line of fire with no cover
There’s no escaping your connection
Your worst nightmare has come to fruition (Fruition)
Don’t let them make a witch out of you
Don’t let them make a witch out of you
Fate is hanging on a black and white contradiction
In the line of fire with no cover
There’s no escaping your connection
Your worst nightmare has come to fruition (Fruition)
Don’t let them make a witch out of you
Don’t let them make a witch out of you
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