The Wicked Witch

There is a demon
An evil soul inside us
And we all know the rules
When tears would be shed
The wicked witch, our mistress

Everything she is asking for
It truly is her own
Now she’s dead and gone
In nothingness she waits

I wish that she’d return
She’ll never fail
All magic will be gone
The day she melts away

Truth will change, her voice will be eternal
Still I hear her songs echoing in my ears
As time goes on, her voice will fade into the nether

Silver shoes, you are mine
I would cut that pretty thief down
For one more chance to wear you
You are everything, you are mine

This is the end of her miracles
Farewell, yellow brick road
Hate will live on
The wicked witch is dead