Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Lawson
Songwriter
Jazz Beeston
Songwriter
Steve Lewis
Songwriter
Jack Farnworth
Songwriter
Lyrics
Come take my hand
I'll drag you down below
Do you wanna see a show?
Take my hand
In time you'll understand
You try to ignore what I've planned for you
If only you knew what I know
It's fun and games in Baxter High
But this is my land, you are mine
You will sign your name
Devote yourself to me
Renounce the path of light
Come to the church of night
This is my end, my hellscape taking shape
Am I too late, to choose my own fate?
When I arrive at the sweet hereafter
What path will I have carved?
Do you really think this is a matter of choice?
The dark Lord has his hands round your throat
Every avalanche begins with a snowflake
I'm the queen, you're my pawn
I'll take my throne
Mother of demons, the dawn of doom
There's nothing I can't do
I know you're scared
All women are taught to fear power
But is it power or freedom you desire?
This is my end, my hellscape taking shape
Am I too late, to choose my own fate?
When I arrive at the sweet hereafter
What path will I have carved?
This is my end, my hellscape taking shape
Am I too late, to choose my own fate?
When I arrive at the sweet hereafter
What path will I have carved?
Did I ever have a choice?
Did I ever have a voice?
My soul is who I am and I signed it away
My soul is who I am and I signed it away
Oh Sabrina, what did you expect?
Come take my hand
I'll drag you down below
Do you wanna see a show?
Take my hand
You finally understand
You've got no chance of pulling through
I played this game so perfectly
Say sweet farewell to Baxter High
These are my lands
This is my time
You are mine
Writer(s): Sam Lawson
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