Track 13 Lyrics - Annabel Dream Reader - The Wytches

In her sunshine blouse 

She prefers to keep the desperate men out 

If I stay far away and then she'll feel okay 

'Cause the smile on her face is poison 

In her rotary chair 

She's spinning too fast and it spits out her hair 

And she's well-known for a tendency's grown 

As the number on the scales shiver 

And we fight like the crows Shoulders, elbows 

All covered in blood from the phone girl's last purge 

Between selling me 

Your lover passing 

Well I fell with no pain 

But it hurts just the same 

Annabelle's in the rain 

Reading those dreams for the number or names 

Well she comes across like an animal lost 

But her cage is the cleanest around 

And her parents hold her down in the night 

Before closing her eyes she said, "Everything's fine" 

When she next arrives with a conscience divine 

And a smile on her face, artificial 

Yes the smile on your face, artificial 

Well I said to her parents 

Running family since birth 

And I feel like I won 

Buried body in dirt 

on my birthday I scream 

"Every day's a bad dream 

or a story to sell but stop reading me Annabelle"