[Verse 1] He rocks a ring light crown On a throne of bad takes Barking at the screen Like he owns the gate He calls it holy work But it smells like sour fear Pointing at the guys Who made a song this year [Pre-Chorus] He scans for a machine-made face Then strikes that little match If your track came from AI's hands He calls it an attack [Chorus] Witchfinder General Witchfinder General Crying fake, fake, fake Witchfinder General Witchfinder General Can’t hear your own mistake (Your own mistake) (Your own mistake) [Verse 2] He hunts through the comments With a cheap red blade Hiding in a mask Of the songs he never made He wants the blood of strangers The shame, the click, the heat But his own little anthem Falls apart on the beat [Pre-Chorus] He shouts for the old days While he sells the next clip If you bring him something true He’ll slip on his own dip..... stick [Chorus] Witchfinder General Witchfinder General Crying fake, fake, fake Witchfinder General Witchfinder General Can’t hear your own mistake (Your own mistake) (Your own mistake) [Bridge] You can’t police the spark With a badge and a grin You can’t bury the vibe And call that discipline [Break] Pick it up Stand down Hands off their sound [Final Chorus] Witchfinder General Witchfinder General Crying fake, fake, fake Witchfinder General Witchfinder General Can’t hear your own mistake Witchfinder General Witchfinder General Your throne is made of shame Witchfinder General Witchfinder General We all know your name (Your own mistake) (Your own mistake)
