You wouldn’t believe in my new belle 

she flits and weaves a curious spell, 

And under my skin there’s a place where she resides. 

Finding a release in prayers and psalms 

I will obey her articulate commands, 

She is just a coquette and how I wish I could forget. 



Breathing new life in to the sad witch 

and she promised me three wishes and all I

wish is she should remain here. 

A poisonous saint with a brittle, crippled frame 

and she fooled me with her motherly gestures, 

my only guess is she’s misguided. 



The sins, the sins the heavenly limbs 

that greet below the red, red lights, 

Hold no sway with me now she’s my intended. 

The jewels around her neck retain a curious sheen, 

god is in my heart and tearing at the seams, 

Her atheist tracts are certainly persuading. 



Breathing new life in to the sad witch 

and she promised me three wishes and all I

wish is she should remain here. 

A poisonous saint with a brittle, crippled frame 

and she fooled me with her motherly gestures, 

my only guess is she’s misguided. 



Breathing new life in to the sad witch 

and she promised me three wishes and all I

wish is she should remain here. 

A poisonous saint with a brittle, crippled frame 

and she fooled me with her motherly gestures, 

my only guess is she’s misguided. 



and I don’t know, and I don’t want to know,

if she floats or drowns, if she floats or drowns.

and I don’t know, and I don’t want to know,

if she floats or drowns, if she floats or drowns.

drowns.drowns.drowns.drowns.



Im breathing new life into my sad witch

cause only my sad witch wants to know

Im breathing new life into my sad witch

cause only my sad witch wants to know