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Witch Hunt
El-Creepo! Lyrics


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When we die, where do we go?
Many have theories, but no one knows
You're the apple of my eye
Come a little closer and take a bite
I'll be your lover and your best friend
We could form a new religion

What do they want from me?
A deathbed confession or a heartfelt apology?




Let's start a witch hunt
Scapegoat the pagan girls
Cupid shoots poison arrows
At the virgins and the scarecrows

Let's pass the kool aid
Strychnine and strawberry
It's a Jonestown holiday
And all the kids are in their graves

The Mayan calendar's ending soon
Armageddon say the prophets of doom
Black holes in the milky way
Maybe tomorrow, but not today
Sucked into infinity
Exactly where we deserve to be

What do you want from me?
Hope of an afterlife and a sense of security?

Let's start a witch hunt
Scapegoat the pagan girls
Cupid shoots poison arrows
At the virgins and the scarecrows

Let's pass the kool aid
Strychnine and strawberry
It's a Jonestown holiday
And all the kids are in their graves

I see you blushing in a room full of mirrors
Naked and lying on broken glass
In brittle tones I hear you calling out
But it's too late to save you now
'Cause I'm floating downstream on these haunted rivers
Falling asleep among the charred remains

What do they want from me?
A deathbed confession or a heartfelt apology?

Let's start a witch hunt
Scapegoat the pagan girls
Cupid shoots poison arrows
At the virgins and the scarecrows

Let's pass the kool aid
Strychnine and strawberry
It's a Jonestown holiday
And all the kids are in their graves

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Witch Hunt" by El-Creepo! explore the idea of the unknown and the fear of the afterlife. The opening lines, "When we die, where do we go? Many have theories, but no one knows", suggest a deep sense of uncertainty about what happens after we die. The next lines, "You're the apple of my eye, come a little closer and take a bite, I'll be your lover and your best friend, we could form a new religion", hint at the idea that some people try to create or find comfort in their own belief systems.


However, the song takes a dark turn in the chorus where the singer suggests starting a witch hunt, scapegoating pagan girls and passing out poisoned kool-aid in a reference to the infamous Jonestown massacre. The lines "Cupid shoots poison arrows at the virgins and the scarecrows" seem to suggest that even innocents can become targets of the mob mentality during a witch hunt, while the line "all the kids are in their graves" refers to the tragic deaths of children in Jonestown.


The final verse has a surreal and nightmarish quality to it, with broken glass and charred remains, perhaps hinting at the idea of hell or a nightmare version of the afterlife. The repeated question "What do they want from me? A deathbed confession or a heartfelt apology?" suggests the sense of persecution or guilt that can come with the fear of the afterlife.


Line by Line Meaning

When we die, where do we go?
The location of our spirit after death is unknown and has only been speculated by many.


Many have theories, but no one knows
There are countless speculations and beliefs that surround the spiritual realm, but none can be proven.


You're the apple of my eye
I am deeply in love with you


Come a little closer and take a bite
Come closer to me and experience this love more deeply


I'll be your lover and your best friend
I will provide both a romantic and friendly relationship


We could form a new religion
Our love is so strong that it could be the foundation for new beliefs and practices


What do they want from me?
I am being pursued, and I question the motives behind it.


A deathbed confession or a heartfelt apology?
I am being asked to either confess to something on my deathbed or make a genuinely remorseful apology.


Let's start a witch hunt
Let's find and blame people who are different or possess qualities that we fear or do not understand.


Scapegoat the pagan girls
Let's blame and punish young women who practice non-Christian religions.


Cupid shoots poison arrows
Love can harm as much as it can help.


At the virgins and the scarecrows
Those who are innocent and powerless are being targeted and punished.


Let's pass the kool aid
Let's share a dangerous, deadly concoction.


Strychnine and strawberry
This deadly mixture is both sweet and lethal.


It's a Jonestown holiday
Let's celebrate with a deadly and tragic event, as seen in the mass suicide in Jonestown, Guyana.


And all the kids are in their graves
Innocent and vulnerable children are dead as a result of these actions.


The Mayan calendar's ending soon
The end of the Mayan calendar is a significant and foreboding event.


Armageddon say the prophets of doom
Many believe that the apocalypse is imminent and inevitable.


Black holes in the milky way
The universe is fraught with potential danger and destruction.


Maybe tomorrow, but not today
These ominous events may or may not happen soon, but they will eventually occur.


Sucked into infinity
We will be drawn into an unknown and infinite abyss.


Exactly where we deserve to be
We will face the consequences of our actions and beliefs, and this is what we rightly deserve.


Hope of an afterlife and a sense of security?
I question whether religions and beliefs in afterlives actually provide comfort and security.


I see you blushing in a room full of mirrors
I see and understand your vulnerability and insecurities, as if you are surrounded by your reflections.


Naked and lying on broken glass
You are exposed and vulnerable, and every movement hurts you.


In brittle tones I hear you calling out
I can hear your pleas for help and affection, and they sound weak and desperate.


But it's too late to save you now
It is too late to offer you the help and comfort you need.


'Cause I'm floating downstream on these haunted rivers
I am lost in my own inner turmoil and cannot help you.


Falling asleep among the charred remains
I am stuck in a place of destruction and despair, which consumes me.




Contributed by Olivia W. Suggest a correction in the comments below.

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