I woke up by her side today,
Her cold eyes were such a beautiful gray,
It's hard to love those who, suck away
But under her spell, I, bled away
Love is such a, beautiful lie,
Pity those who cry and don't feel a thing,
Cause that ain't a way to, be alive,
Walkin' on them eyes of the sun,
Blessed with the will to never run,
I, I have fallen in love,
With the,
With the witch,
And I, I have fallen in love,
With the,
With the witch,
I woke up adrift in the stars today,
I witnessed a man, waste himself away,
Muttered to myself, as I walked away,
Walked right past a, crumblin house,
And as I, walked on that lonely sand ridge, up high
Children waved me bye, and
I just smiled and joined the world's masquerade,
Cause after the rain stops, and they play their little games,
They'll see a swarm of flies, writin' their names
Cause I, I, have fallen in love,
With the,
With the witch,
I, I have fallen, deep in love,
With the witch,
After the rain,
I met with the priest,
Knelt before the altar,
Asked him if he, knew peace,
He laughed and gazed at the sun,
Like an insects laugh hums,
And as I walked far from my home,
I stopped by the graveyard,
To lay flowers for my witch,
Aggressive punky folk and strange experimental folk hailing from the the urban necropolis of Phoenix, Arizona and it's barren suburbs. Dry, dead, and blunt, just like the Sonora.