dead girl s dance they burn and twirl witch hunt witch cunt burn this girl dead girl s dance they burn and twirl witch hunt witch cunt burn this girl dead girl s dance they burn i m running out of air there s a carnival in the graveyard tonight with the clouds that fall with poison and they fall on my skin making tiny holes erasing my legacy nothing hurts nothings right i am nothing turning to the left i get on a ride and the ride s dark and drive nazi cars and i am no longer afraid because i ve held on so tight that i ve crushed them i ve crushed them it covers me and i try to find comfort in the darkness where i am no longer your misanthropic majesty with only one match and one chance to burn only one i m burning i m fucking burning dead girl s dance they burn they twirl witch hunt witch cunt burn this girl
['neo soul', 'urban contemporary']