Witch Hunt - Dead Astronauts

Creatures from the ground

Like flowers bloom

Silhouettes in the dark like lovers

Like lovers swoon

And in the back of my head I heard screams

Like when you sound the alarm in your bad dreams

And no one’s there

No one’s there

Echoes of the night

In the light of the moon

Breathe in for a moment while we wait until the hunting resumes

Echoes of the night

In the light of the moon

Building up the fire even higher as the sky is consumed

The’re coming

For you

Get ready for

The witch hunt

Get ready for

What’s on her mind