Plough

Don't let your lids black

Oil down that attractant

That's what you said once outside your cell!

We used to go out

Chant the names of power

Let's hit the plough now, you're back around

YHVH now, you broke out

No, it isn't the first time you showed up

On the first of the month asking me for your cut

And some virgin parchment you brought me to read

Why'd you pick a virgin over me?

That's an adult situation

You threw at your childhood contemporary

I was never the witch that you made me to be

Still, you picked a virgin over me

Yeah, you picked a virgin over me

Yeah, you picked a virgin

The plough emptied out and that was enough

I slid towards the door, but you started freaking the fuck out

Stop shaking, why you freaking the fuck out?

You better stop, 'cause it's freaking me out

He wants to burn all my candles, but it isn't for love

He wants a burn on his fingers, but I'm not the one to give it

He wants sulfur and salt and my name on his arm

He wants a burn

He wants to burn

He wants to burn all my candles, no, that isn't love

He wants a burn on his fingers

He thinks I'm the one to give it

He wants sulfur and salt, and so he's holding me down

He wants a burn and it's freaking me out

He wants a burn and it's freaking me out

He wants a burn and it's freaking me out