You pretend you're an angel, but you'll never have wings
Always stranded with your broken dreams
Your limp is telling－
that defeated gait, those miserable eyes:
I can see through all your lies
I'm more of a witch than you'll ever be
I see everything.
That blithe heart is filled with holes
no-frills, imitation
Fooling everyone is your ultimate goal
But I rise,
'cause I have weapons to rebuke your corrupted soul
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