Hunting Witches

Marched down the street
Cobblestones and the bare feet
Priest and a tree
Rope held with glee
People leering and cheering at me
What do you want from me?
Infidelity?
"Girl, you better confess"
I'm possessed, I'm a whore
Pick your lore and use it as a noose
We're still hunting witches
Politicians and militias
The boogeyman ain't real and that's exactly the appeal
Hysteria
Hysteria
Hysteria by court decree
All the same since 1693
Long live the Salem 25
Massacre by state and church
But we both know they're not the first
Metaphor for the modern age
We're all fueled by guilt and rage
We go from swiping screens and endless feeds
with reckless speed to torch and guillotine
We're still hunting witches
Politicians and militias
The boogeyman ain't real and that's exactly the appeal
We're still hunting witches
Politicians and militias
The boogeyman ain't real and that's exactly the appeal



Credits
Writer(s): Stuart Leon Ortiz
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