Blossom, the Witch

She is the enchantment

She is the filth that you love to crawl in

You're forced to feed on the dirt

that you can only perceive as passion

But looks are deceiving

Beauty is only skin deep

She's put and end to existence

She's put and end to us all

There's something in her eyes that says,

"I am here to tell you lies"

Meet here stare to entrap yourself

In the place where love has died

Beware the blossom

Beware of here eyes

Run

You'll never make it out of here alive

Run

You'll never make it out

But looks are deceiving

Beauty is only skin deep

She's put an end to existence

She's put an end to us all

Beware