If you were there, beware the serpent soul pinchers.
350 no thank you´s and nobody flinches
Go on girl, go on, give us something gruesome, we require your grief

The thugs help the thieves as they´re trying to rob
The words from her gob and take the swords to the innocence

If you were there, beware the serpent soul pinchers
Can´t you sense she was never meant to fill column inches
Haven´t you had enough, what you´re trying to dig up isn´t there to be dug
The thieves help the thugs as they´re trying to beat
The good grace of a sweetheart out to the point she´ll comply

Why?
Leave her on her own, if I´d have known,

I wouldn´t have said it,
I wouldn´t have said it if I would have known.

There´s a circle of witches, ambitiously vicious they are.
And our attempts to remind them of reason won´t get us that far.
I don´t know what it is that they want,
I don´t know what it is that they want,
But I haven´t got it to give and she hasn´t got it to give