Wake up witches.
Before you burn down,
All your bridges.
Wake up witches.
Nothing you have would exist,
Without being dependent...
Upon others you are so quick,
To believe leave you no benefit.
Wake up witches.
Before you destroy your own existence.
To perceive you can fly,
On broomsticks you buy...
Made by allies you defy and deny,
Supply you with the gains...
You've maintained to think,
Those gains will remain the same...
If you should fly higher on a flame,
With a boost of octane you've obtained...
From others you rush to dismiss.
Wake up witches.
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