Name: Burn Witch, Burn by LORD NUMB
Duration: 3 min 52 s
Description: Notorious Witchfinders, Matthew Hopkins and John Stearne fuelled by superstition, ignorance and religion, sent many innocent women to their deaths.

I know you’re out there
I know you don’t make a sound
You’re out there sneaking with your creeping things and coming around
I see you coming
I see you coming around
I see you creeping with your sneaking things 
It’s coming around

To see the stain on my halo
On my halo
On my halo
On my say-so
Things got paid so
Now I lay low low low low

I see you coming
I see you’re bringing a crowd 
I see you marching with your poking things and coming around
I see a pattern
Another hitting the ground
I see you coming with your memberings
It’s coming around

To find the taint on my halo
On my halo
On my halo
It’s the same old
I get played cold
Now I lay low low low low

A stubborn mark on my halo
On my halo
On my halo
We were made so
It won’t fade though
And I lay low low low low

I see you coming
I can’t do much for it now
I see you coming but I’ve no misgivings anyhow
I see your reason
You’ll see reason too
The very day you see it coming gunning coming for you

Feel free to step on my halo
On my halo
On my halo
Seems a waste though
I just say no
I won’t lay low low low low

Shout Out To The Earthlings

Halo

Gimme them hearts those tender marks of how you love me
Gimme them smiles and thumbs for miles, real as real can be
Gimme more choice among the noise, it only makes you stronger
Gimme them causes, all the forces that only make you wronger
That only make you wronger

Through the angst gimme the dankest, hybrid fleet on standby
Just need clips, the voice to give my swiped opinion and I 
Live for faces, all the places I’ve yet to grace with me
So gimme them lives to comprise, fun for all the family
 
Everything you give you don’t get again
What happens here stays everywhere
I got an app, you got an app
We got an app to keep us grinning
We got the app, you got the app?
Another app to keep us spinning

Gimme the latest, all the hatest, the fake among the real
Gimme some fans and crypto scams to propagate eternally
I’ll take the hacks, denial attacks, stuttered beats to jar me if you’ll 
Only loan me kin to roll with, behold my righteous army
Behold my righteous army

Everything you give you don’t get again
Careful with those secrets there, my friend
I got an app you got an app
We got an app to keep us twitching
We got the app you got the app
A better app to keep us snitching 

I’m like a rat tapping I want my sugar
I’m like a rat tapping won’t you gimme my sugar
Like a rat tapping you know I want my sugar
I’m like a rat tapping won’t you gimme my sugar

Can’t take a step can’t do a thing without consulting
Can’t break a sweat can’t stop to feel without permission
I got an app you got an app we are the app that’s always glitching
An errant bit computer it says you’re the bitch now you’re the bitch now

Now I’m the bitch and you’re the bitch and that’s the way the way we want it 
Yeah I’m the bitch and you’re the bitch it’s just the way the way we wanted 
I got an app you got an app we got the app to keep us thriving
We are the app we are on tap we are the gift that keeps subscribing

Earthlings, oh, Earthlings

Tapping For Sugar

Might be something in the air
It’s not up to me to care
Just when I think I’m getting the hang of it
Just when I think I’m getting the hang of it
Feels like I’m beginning again 

Maybe you see nothing new
When you only see in blue
Just when I think I’m getting the hang of it
Just when I think I’m getting the hang of it
Turns out I’m beginning again 

Beginning again, beginning again
Feels like I’m beginning again 

And every time it takes me by surprise and every time…

Every time it takes me by surprise and 
Every time it makes me feel alive and every time…

Just when I think I’m getting away with it
Just when I think I’m getting away with it
Turns out I’m beginning again

Beginning Again

Every night before I sleep I say my prayers before I check my
Feeding dreams with negative with negative
Every time I close my eyes a mesmerise array of lights
You visit me in sixteen by nine

You gotta be down, sixteen by nine 
You gotta be down, sixteen by nine 

Whether I concern myself with foreigners’ affairs and whether there is
Anything that I could even bring to bear
Never mind the loving panic ever cosying around me 
A coping strategy that’s struggling for air  

You gotta be down, sixteen by nine 
You gotta be down, sixteen by nine 
You gotta be down, sixteen by nine (you gotta be down with it)
You gotta be down, sixteen by nine 

You gotta be down, you gotta be down, you gotta be down, down with it 
You gotta be down, you gotta be down, you gotta be down, down with it, come on

You gotta be down, sixteen by nine (you gotta be down with it)
You gotta be down, sixteen by nine (you gotta be down with it)
You gotta be down, sixteen by nine (you gotta be down with it)
You gotta be down, sixteen by nine

16:9

In a blue light I pick my battles, I glow alive
I never lose, my sabre rattles, I start to shine
More pity you; I bring the glower to my dominion
In a blue light I kill the hours, I lose a little each time

I’m levelling up, it’s never enough
There’s no giving up, I’ll never be through 
With my devil in blue

In a blue light every feeling that bit sweeter
Gifting you the ready answers to every secret
All the new fights to keep your eyeballs tied 
But a blue light always renders you undersatisfied

I’m levelling up, it’s never enough
There’s no giving up, I’ll never be through 
With my devil in blue

In a blue light I lose track of time and sight of truth and
Every lumen steals more of my sense of human
Gotta groove to the ‘rithm that knows you inside 
Nothing like a blue light to lend your suffering a glow of pride

I’m levelling up, it’s never enough
There’s no giving up, there’s never enough
I’m levelling up, it’s never enough
There’s no giving up, I’ll never be through 
With my devil in blue
My devil in blue

Devil In Blue

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Notorious Witchfinders, Matthew Hopkins and John Stearne fuelled by superstition, ignorance and religion, sent many innocent women to their deaths.

Burn Witch, Burn

LORD NUMB

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