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