Club Night — Wit

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I hadn’t even moved at all
Your champion angel
There is a swollen knot below my ribs
And I have a laugh to soften the edge
In my room everything is wreckage

Yeah
You made me the burning witch
But the last word is power
This is war

Could we find a way together
A stab at the truth from across the world
Like a two-headed beast gnashing my teeth
Clutching at my head as if to heal the split
When you’re hurt don’t make a sound

We ran west our faces scraped blank
A tracer of maps this shape is final
Distinguish need from from the obvious

Yeah
You made me the burning witch
But the last word is power
This is war

Could we find a way together
A stab at the truth from across the world
Like a two-headed beast gnashing my teeth
Clutching at my head as if to heal the split
When you’re hurt don’t make a sound

Call out from the nightmare
You can’t escape from