The Witch (Outlaw Creative cover)

[Verse 1] Down where the cold mud swallows the light, Down where the well has forgotten the night, There’s a hum in the stone And the drip of a prayer, And a woman who ain’t a woman Waiting down there. She don’t breathe like we breathe, She don’t sleep like we sleep— She refines every sorrow That the townsfolk keep. [Pre-Chorus] Drop in regret, she’ll take it for free. Drop in your guilt, she’ll boil it clean. Water comes pure when she’s done with the pain, But the tar that remains— That’s her profit and gain. [Chorus] Oh, the Witch… She lives where the dark don’t twitch. Where the roots twist tight ‘Round the bones of the ditch. If you hear that sigh In the boards of the well, Don’t lean too close— She buys what you sell. Oh the Witch… She’s a debt you’ll never stitch. [Verse 2] There’s a Middle Man riding with pockets full black, Trade sorrow for silver and never look back. He’ll sell you your grief In a prettier jar, Call it something like mercy But it burns like a star. And the Witch takes her cut In the language of mud— A pound of your name, A drop of your blood. [Pre-Chorus] If the rope starts shaking when no wind blows, If the bucket swings once— Boy, somebody knows. There’s a cost to the cure, There’s a price to the spell, Every tear she distills Has a buyer in hell. [Chorus] Oh, the Witch… She lives where the dark don’t twitch. Where the roots twist tight ‘Round the bones of the ditch. If you hear that sigh In the boards of the well, Don’t lean too close— She buys what you sell. Oh the Witch… She’s a debt you’ll never stitch. [Bridge] Some nights the well goes quiet— Dead quiet, clean. That’s when she climbs the ladder You swore weren’t there in the seam. Her shadow crawls the siding, Her breath chills the pines. The lake holds its ripples, The frogs stop their signs. She’s older than fire, Younger than sin— When she knocks on your ribcage, Don’t you let her in. [Final Chorus] Oh, the Witch… She lives where the dark don’t twitch. Where the roots twist tight ‘Round the bones of the ditch. If the water turns still When the moon’s blood-rich— Pray fast, pray true, But don’t you wish— ‘Cause she hears every wish… Oh the Witch. Oh the Witch.