She knows she’s a bad witch
I went to trial for that lying bitch
Sent me to hell in her name
Dug my grave with her tinman frame
She tried to bury me alive
I guess she didn’t expect I’d survive
I’m sorry I’ve won
No power in being humble
Can’t fear the hell, No
We’re forged in the crucible
You’re out cold and burning
She can’t see me coming
I’m a black moon that’s rising
She’s a bat that’s
Back in my life again
I heard her words about me
I felt her thoughts underneath my skin
she talks about my blood like
she wants to take a bath in it
I’m sure it will keep her young
She’s bloody Mary with a serpent’s tongue
I’m sorry I’ve won
No power in being humble
Can’t fear the hell, No
We’re forged in the crucible
You’re out cold and burning
She can’t see me coming
I’m a black moon that’s rising
She’s a bat that’s
Back in my life again
You’re haunting
You’re dead, you’ll regret what you did
The scales have weighed you
And I can’t know you
ever again
I can’t help myself
I’m sorry I’ve won
No power in being humble
Can’t fear the hell, No
We’re forged in the crucible
You’re out cold and burning
Pride can’t see me coming
Just a black moon that’s rising
A bat that’s
Back in your again
