septa death lyrics – witch hunt

standing on the bus at a loss
smothered by the idiot-talk
waiting for my sign to step off
to catch another line or take a walk
down the beaten path
it’ll beat me past the point of pain
so i’ll take the bus again
pay the fare and be on my way
full-circle everyday
i’ll try to make it last
while secretly wishing for a head-on crash

/ witch hunt lyrics