Cris Pinzauti - Witch

I look at you in the eye and I see a Pennywise
I'm in real trouble
A real trouble
A sweet condemnation or an hell of salvation 
I'm in real trouble
You could let the world drown in the sea 
I'm in real trouble
A real trouble
My shadow do not walk after me
I'm in real trouble
Witch
Which kind of witch
Which kind of witch
Which kind of witch
You are
In a temple of pain I get dry in the rain 
Now I see the trouble
A real trouble
Your fingers on me like a knife in the meat 
Now I kiss the trouble
One plus one makes 666
Can you see the trouble?
A real trouble
My shadow do not walk after me
I'm in real trouble
Witch
Which kind of witch
Which kind of witch
Which kind of witch
You are
I don't need it I'm just dreaming
Something creepy inside
You say I'm sorry and I get worried
You're not a merciful type
Not tonight
Witch
Which kind of witch
Which kind of witch
Which kind of witch
You are

Written by:
Cristiano Pinzauti

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