Doctor Butcher-Season Of The Witch - Nasty Savage

Listen to me I’ll tell you something that you may not want to hear

I know about those games you plan, I know about your fear

Live alone, better lock your door, gonna come for you, what you wanna do

I know these things that no one knows

Burn in the night, hands held to the sky

Breathing like a dog in the season of the witch

Burn in the night, hands held to the sky

Breathing like a dog in the season of the witch

I just know your souls too cold to love

I search for ways to see inside your world

Live alone, better lock your door, gonna come for you, what you wanna do

I don’t give a shit anymore

Burn in the night, hands held to the sky

Breathing like a dog in the season of the witch

Burn in the night, hands held to the sky

Breathing like a dog in the season of the witch

Burn in the night, hands held to the sky

Breathing like a dog in the season of the witch

Burn in the night, hands held to the sky

Breathing like a dog in the season of the witch

Lost inside your sorrow

Lost inside your sorrow