Poisons in your cup Margins lit up Ostracised and tried Strung up, crucified For taking lead Where you don't We heal and succeed Fight and moan Saviour as satan when it suits Madonna, Medusa in absolutes Saviour as satan when it suits Salem's lot Give back what we got Hunt you down Steal your crown This pit you're in Product of your sin This chase you feel Is karma gnashing your heel We are the daughters of the witches you couldn't burn Another scapegoat when the tide turns Confess your fear Ignite the pyre Admit defeat Feed our fire Feed our fire Call this a witch hunt now? The hammer strikes down Paranoia takes hold You'll be accountable For how you target her For how you hurt them all For the control you wield We are the witches now Yield