So much love to give

In my tar pit

Cold lips cracked

As map lines became stretch marks

Scars to, my burning face, my face

Carved out of that old lustful tree

It’s decadence challenged by no one

I see through your cracked mirror of implied sanity

Everyone shattered with it like glass in front of me

Junk witch

Just a trash god

In your kingdom of filth

Yeah, that's you

Junk witch

Where you flow

Rivers of slaves

On the scale of nothing

And slammed complexes

You excrete their scum

Challenged by no one

Junk Witch…

Just a trash god

In your kingdom of filth

Yeah, that's you…

Coagulated sick…

God of fucking Imps

Crowned, as your drool drips down

Yeah, you know that's fucking you…

Eulogy evaporated

Now immediately forgotten after death

Junk Witch