Текст песни Witches - Nato Medrado

Fate is hanging on a
A black and white contradiction.
In the line of fire with no cover.
There's no escaping your connection.
Your worst nightmare has come to fruition.

Fruition, Hey, Fruition, Hey, Fruition, Hey,
Fruition, Hey, Fruition, Hey, Fruition, Hey,
Fruition, Hey, Fruition, Hey, Fruition, Hey.

Shaking hands with fiends
Knowing something isn't right,
And you're losing sleep.
And those witches
You believe you don't even see

Are gonna make a witch out of you.
Don't let them make a witch out of you.

Your fate is hanging
On compromise
Don't let them pull you inside.

Don't let them make a witch out of you.