They loved the darkness, but they hated lies,
A soft light glowed from clay and soul in their thin fingers’ rise.
They read the fortunes on the water’s face,
Spoke their magic in the silence, never needing space.
If I stayed quiet, they were already deep inside,
I carried someone else’s trouble like it was my own tide.
Whoever wished me harm lost their way,
Got tangled in the paths they thought they knew by day.
[Pre-Chorus]
And whoever carried a crooked reproach in their soul
Toward me, soon found their own bed in someone else’s cold hour.
The witches smiled and nodded back at me,
“You belong here. We can’t take you away—
You wear the same mark, the same ancient power.”
[Chorus]
The witches knew me, the witches knew me,
No words were needed—they read me to the core.
The witches knew me, the witches knew me,
I belonged to them by blood, by pain, by the way I looked before.
[Bridge]
I never called them darkness—I called them clear day,
Let the people whisper behind our backs; we’re living, we don’t stay.
They never waited for requests, never reached for praise,
They shielded me with their mute hand, in quiet, steady ways.
[Chorus]
The witches knew me, the witches knew me,
No words were needed—they read me to the core.
The witches knew me, the witches knew me,
I belonged to them by blood, by pain, by the way I looked before.
