"We are the granddaughters of the witches you weren’t able to burn."
The hardest part is letting go of your dreams.
A drink for the horror that I’m in,
For the good guys, and the bad guys,
For the monsters that I’ve been.
Three cheers for tyranny,
Cause there ain’t no way that I’m coming back again.
And through it all
How could you cry for me?
Cause I don’t feel bad about it.
So shut your eyes,
Kiss me goodbye,
The hardest part’s the awful things that I’ve seen.