Original lyrics

EN

At night the voices whisper: Easy Easy like the hot winds that cut these canyons Easy like a Santa Susana night Submission is a gift Cease to exist The truth is condemned Now is the only thing that’s real Look down at me, you see a fool Look up, and see your God Submission is a gift Cease to exist The truth is condemned Now is the only thing that’s real Look at me, you see yourself I am your mirror Never learn not to love Never learn how to hate A devil lives inside us all To die is what we’re taught But you’re a free soul in a cage Go out and leave something witchy