作词 : Sara Hartman
作曲 : Sara Hartman
My Joan of arc is an anarchist
My god is a narcissist
My heaven’s some place blasphemous and
My mirror is hell
My purgatory looks just like Los Angeles
Every room at this party’s full of elephants
Stuck in awkward conversation with their silhouettes
Nobody will even let me bum a goddamn cigarette
Hurrah hurrah the witch is dead
Hurrah hurrah is this the end
My sanity’s a devil in a blue dress
My sanctuary’s cold and loveless
My angels got a bullet in her chest
Cocaine in a vile round her neck
The monkey on my back’s got a chip on its shoulder
My shadows got a dark sense of humor
I can hear the banshee screaming it’s far from over
My girlfriend says I should probably call her back whenever I get sober
Hurrah hurrah the witch is dead
Hurrah hurrah is this the end
It grows inside, A noble rot
Pretending to be someone that your not
My memory can’t look me in the eyes
My self Is someone I don’t even recognise
So many people I could have been
So many second chances I shouldn’t get
All the sorry’s that I should have said
In every echo stuck inside my head
If I’m as good as gone anyway
Can you promise if I burn, you’ll remember my name
If all the Magic’s gone anyway
Can you promise if I burn,
you’ll sing about me
I am not complete without the missing piece I keep just underneath the lie I leave behind
stuck in between what's left of me and all I thought my life could be.
作词 : Sara Hartman
作曲 : Sara Hartman
My Joan of arc is an anarchist
My god is a narcissist
My heaven’s some place blasphemous and
My mirror is hell
My purgatory looks just like Los Angeles
Every room at this party’s full of elephants
Stuck in awkward conversation with their silhouettes
Nobody will even let me bum a goddamn cigarette
Hurrah hurrah the witch is dead
Hurrah hurrah is this the end
My sanity’s a devil in a blue dress
My sanctuary’s cold and loveless
My angels got a bullet in her chest
Cocaine in a vile round her neck
The monkey on my back’s got a chip on its shoulder
My shadows got a dark sense of humor
I can hear the banshee screaming it’s far from over
My girlfriend says I should probably call her back whenever I get sober
Hurrah hurrah the witch is dead
Hurrah hurrah is this the end
It grows inside, A noble rot
Pretending to be someone that your not
My memory can’t look me in the eyes
My self Is someone I don’t even recognise
So many people I could have been
So many second chances I shouldn’t get
All the sorry’s that I should have said
In every echo stuck inside my head
If I’m as good as gone anyway
Can you promise if I burn, you’ll remember my name
If all the Magic’s gone anyway
Can you promise if I burn,
you’ll sing about me
I am not complete without the missing piece I keep just underneath the lie I leave behind
stuck in between what's left of me and all I thought my life could be.