Witch of the Waste - Skinny Girl Diet

When I look out my window Many sights to see And when I look in my window So many different people to be And it's strange So very strange You got to pick up every stitch You got to pick up every stitch You got to pick up every stitch Oooh yeah, must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch, yeah Must be the season of the witch When I look over my shoulder What do you think that I see? Someone else is lookin' over His shoulder at me And it's strange It's very strange You got to pick up every stitch The rabbits runnin' in the ditch Everyone's out to make it rich Oh no, must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch, yeah Must be the season of the witch When I look over my shoulder It's very strange

Alone in the darkness Lonely and scared You're in fear of your life Deadly witch's crystal Sensing your fears My spell is cast on you My little dear Do you feel you're captured by the grace of the witch Do you feel you're captured by the grace of the witch Look into my eyes I'm poisoning you I watch as you Grovel in my stew I'm bastardized Cursed by sin Come on down to hell Watch the flames begin I've got evil on my mind My power so divine My spells cannot be broke Until i hang the rope I am not alive or dead I'm a spirit dressed in red I come from the grave Your soul i plan to take Do you feel you're captured by the grace of the witch Do you feel you're captured by the grace of the witch Look into my eyes I'm poisoning you I watch as you Grovel in my stew I'm bastardized Cursed by sin Come on down to hell Watch the flames begin Do you feel you're captured by the grace of the witch Do you feel you're captured by the grace of the witch

The Academy Is... Wake up, think fast, three weeks have passed. We are changing. No sleep, no gas, no excuses will pass these lips Cause we're shapin' up to be All you wish you could have been To write the hits and to turn their heads And to open eyes (open your eyes) to a brand new season, A brand new season. So show me something we haven't heard yet, But I'm not convinced and your heartless songs won't stick. But I, I'll sing you something you won't forget For the first time I know this is now who I am. Wake up, think fast, three weeks have passed these lips 'Cause we're shapin' up to be All you wish you could have been To write the hits and to turn heads, to turn heads, And to open eyes (open your eyes) to a brand new season, A brand new season. So show me something we haven't heard yet, But I'm not convinced and your heartless songs won't stick. But I, I'll sing you something you won't forget For the first time I know this is now who I am. You'll see what we mean, You'll notice when we're gone. So show me something we haven't heard yet, But I'm not convinced and your heartless songs won't stick. But I, I'll sing you something you won't forget For the first time I know this is now who I am. So show me something we haven't heard yet, But I'm not convinced and your heartless songs won't stick. But I, I'll sing you something you won't forget For the first time I know this is now who I am.

You suffocate, I bind your limbs You suck the life from me, like leeches on your skin Soulless fraud, turn the screw, no act of god, as I judge you Forked tongue; disguise of vanity Poison; evil alchemy Die young; there for all to see You will feel the Hammer of the Witch Now burn alive with me Hanging from the highest tree Give you all insanity You will feel the Hammer of the Witch The master of the sacred lies To break you on the wheel with daggers in your eyes Unholy death, confession signed Forked tongue; disguise of vanity Poison; evil alchemy Die young; there for all to see You will feel the Hammer of the Witch Now burn alive with me Hanging from the highest tree Give you all insanity You will feel the Hammer of the Witch We strip the flesh and we disown I'd die a million deaths to see you die alone Alone Rite of violence; Satan's bitch Feel the icy water Damn the witch Slowly the point will break the skin To hear the tries of guilt, confession of your sins Impaled by truth; condemned by life To see you inside your soul and open with a knife Into the flame you descend, denying the truth 'til the end Your body will soon be of ash; feeding the Devil your flesh Into the grave in the ditch; burning alive Devil bitch All of the pain that you feel The Hammer of the Witch

When I look outside my window, What do I see? And when I look outside my window, So many different people to be That it's strange, so strange. You've got to pick up every stitch, Two rabbits running in a ditch, The hippies out to make it rich Oh no, must be the season of the witch, Must be the season of the witch, Must be the season of the witch. Must be the season of the witch. (Well) when I look over my shoulder What do I see? And when I look over my shoulder, Some ancient fellow I'm longing to be It's so strange So strange You've got to pick up every stitch, Two rabbits running in the ditch, That hippie's out to make it rich Oh no, must be the season of the witch, Must be the season of the witch, yeah Must be the season of the witch. Must be the season of the witch. "And here we sit immerged in a liquid sea of love, Shimmering rainbows in silver sky above, A looking glass that reflects our past Tied with seaweed all around like willows Upside down you caress my heart Caress my soul Surround my limbs You laugh your laugh And hold my body fast And we wake up and sit here thinking Thinking about the times we used to have And know they're gone forever We'll never learn Never learn" "Help me" "Somebody help him" As I look over my shoulder What do I see? And as I look over my shoulder, There's so many pretty sights to see That it's strange, so strange You've got to pick up every stitch, You've got to pick up every stitch, Those hippies out to make it rich Oh no, must be the season of the witch, Must be the season of the witch, Must be the season of the witch. Season of the witch Please have mercy on my soul No. No. Must be the season of the witch "God. God, hey! If you can't help us you better listen Please Momma, I'm cold"

My smaller friend is bloated and has to announce it My mother-in-law needs shape-wear so her bits fit right Someone I just met, jokes that they forget To eat until it's the middle of the night And I know their worst fear is to look like me And that fact makes me want to kill somebody I'm eating at the counter, and you're talking about your weight I usually don't hate you, but today I'm enraged You look at me with pity, just know I do the same to you What a sad life you live, afraid to gain a pound or two I know that feeling well, and I can always tell When someone is controlled by their food And I know their worst fear is to look like me And that fact makes me want to kill somebody I'm eating at the counter, and you're talking about your weight I usually don't hate you, but today I'm enraged And I know at this point that everybody hates themselves and hates their bodies But I've put in the work, yeah, I've done my time I'm taking up the space that is rightfully mine There's nothing wrong with my body "Fat" is not a dirty word If my body tells me something I will make sure it is heard If my body is a vessel I will give it what it needs I will not betray my body No matter what they think of me There's nothing wrong with my body "Fat" is not a dirty word If my body tells me something I will make sure it is heard If my body is a vessel I will give it what it needs I will not betray my body No matter what they think of me