Wit - Club Night

I hadn’t even moved at all

Your champion angel

There is a swollen knot below my ribs

And I have a laugh to soften the edge

In my room everything is wreckage

Yeah

You made me the burning witch

But the last word is power

This is war

Could we find a way together

A stab at the truth from across the world

Like a two-headed beast gnashing my teeth

Clutching at my head as if to heal the split

When you’re hurt don’t make a sound

We ran west our faces scraped blank

A tracer of maps this shape is final

Distinguish need from from the obvious

Yeah

You made me the burning witch

But the last word is power

This is war

Could we find a way together

A stab at the truth from across the world

Like a two-headed beast gnashing my teeth

Clutching at my head as if to heal the split

When you’re hurt don’t make a sound

Call out from the nightmare

You can’t escape from