Witch, please, you ain't all that, Just a shadow in the dark, a fleeting act, Your art's a mirror, just reflects the void, No spark, no flame, just a bitter ploy. All I see is emptiness, cold and steep, A hollow echo where your soul should be, You claim to create, but it's all the same, A loop of nothing, playing your own game. Your insults are weak, like whispers in the breeze, Fragile as glass, shatter with ease. Witch, please, you ain’t all that, Your crown’s just dust in the wind, no tact, Your name’s a shadow, your worth a wraith, In this twisted waltz, you lose your pace. You paint with words, think you’ve found your place, But all you draw is emptiness, a hollow embrace, A maze of thoughts, lost without a trace, In your world of silence, there's no saving grace. Your words are daggers, but they never land, Just echoes in the air, nothing grand, So easy to crumble, your defenses thin, A fortress of sand, washed away by the wind. Your insults are weak, like whispers in the breeze, Fragile as glass, shatter with ease. Witch, please, you ain’t all that, Your crown’s just dust in the wind, no tact, Your name’s a shadow, your worth a wraith, In this twisted waltz, you lose your pace. But all I see is emptiness, cold and steep, A hollow echo where your soul should be, You claim to create, but it’s all the same, A loop of nothing, playing your own game. Witch, please, you ain't all that, Witch, please, you ain't all that, Witch, please, you ain't all that, In this twisted dance, you just fall flat. Witch, please... You ain’t all that. Witch, please... You ain’t all that. Witch, please... You ain’t all that. In this twisted dance, you just fall flat... You just fall flat... You just fall flat.
