The half faced witch is wounded
She longs to be powerful but her evil is wearing thin.
She's half faced bad to good, therefore she cannot win.
She has to choose whether she wants to be good or bad.
In order for her powers to go outragously mad.
She's half faced, she's wounded, she's sad.
In her life she went down many barricades of strife.
She walks through this horror show carrying her knife.
Those who know her, saw many triumphs of sorrow.
Those who didn't know her, could never judge her life tomorrow.
She walks on broken down dreams, and lives on nightmares.
If you saw this woman, tell me would you care?
Every illusion she programmed was just in her imagination.
She loved it, it was her infatuation.
She was in and out of institutions.
They say it was all just an illusion.
She fell down to her tombstone, but her name has not been marked yet.
She still awaits for her time of death to be set.
If god didn't't take her, satan will.
She carries around all the faces that she did kill.
She is faced with her own demons, the ones inside her heart.
They carry a torch of forgiveness, of a world she tore apart.
Evil is around her lurking in each corner of the wall.
She stands on the outside, hoping not to fall.
She's half good and half evil, this witch of sanctuary calls.
She falls into a pit, what a powerful smell.
Her doom was that she fell, no story left to tell.
God put out his hands to lead her astray, satan blew off his fire, says she will burn in hell.
With all the lies that she had said, she would be better off dead.
But god, forgives the worst of the worst, satan says " off with her head."
She still holds the power, deep inside her mind.
She just needs to decide, is she good or bad, the rest will all unwind.
Sitting in the pit, watching her spirit fly.
The fire is much to gruesome, now is her time to die.
Good witch or bad witch, now she must decide.
God's hands are waiting, and satan's fuel is burning.
Will she take fate and keep learning.
Will she breathe fire and keep burning.
She laughs in the bottom of the hole and with the pitch fork she breathes out the fire.
She wants to become the most powerful witch, because shes a liar.
She is a two faced witch, wounded and broken in two.
When she is facing down at her worst, she knows just what to do.
Shes bad, shes evil, she ain't nothing true.
Satan laughed and brought her to her doom.
The ground broke even, god's hands disappeared, there wasnt room for the two of them.
The witches face went to pure evil, the good had left her, now she stands toward her end.
Her spirit flew to hell, no good deeds were left of her to tell.
She chose satan over god, she stands there in the fire, whatever good was left has burned out, now she lives in hell.
Nobody knew of her powerless mind, she was to controlled by the other ones.
She held a knife in one pocket and in her other was a gun.
Satan took her powers away, so god stood there with a grin.
Nobody, in the end will win.
If she chose god over satan, there would be nowhere to begin.
Satan would start over, so god knew he would have to stand up for her again.
Satan won the battle and took her to the duel of her life.
Shes been through so much sorrow and a whole lot of strife.
The fire pit got bigger, and the flames flew in the sky.
Nobody saw her laughing, nobody saw her die.