The Witch
Psychotic Reaction Lyrics

From the edge of the end
Waiting for the smoke to clear
She'll steal your pain and draw you in
You'll be confined by your own fear

In the mountains hidden from the light
Beyond the wall where every day is night
Sits a house in a yard of stone
Lives a woman who wears a mask of bone
Witch collector
You won't forget her
Witch collector
You would expect her

Faceless paintings line the hall
With every step she starts to call
At her alter she prays to the skies
Praying that the gods will hear her cries

In the mountains hidden from the light
Beyond the wall where every day is night
Sits a house in a yard of stone
Lives a woman who wears a mask of bone

Witch collector
You won't forget her
Witch collector
You would expect her

Blood drips from her brush
From her skin so cold and lush
Into a puddle on the floor
Like the dress that she once wore

In the mountains hidden from the light
Beyond the wall where every day is night
Sits a house in a yard of stone
Lives a woman who wears a mask of bone

Witch collector
You won't forget her
Witch collector
You would expect her