Lyrics Wit - Club Night

Wit

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