Witches - Morgan Willis

Fate is hanging on a black and white contradiction

In the line of fire with no cover

There’s no escaping your connection

Your worst nightmare has come to fruition (Fruition)

Don’t let them make a witch out of you

Don’t let them make a witch out of you

Fate is hanging on a black and white contradiction

In the line of fire with no cover

There’s no escaping your connection

Your worst nightmare has come to fruition (Fruition)

Don’t let them make a witch out of you

Don’t let them make a witch out of you

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