Dogma

Burn the witches, burn the witches Don't take time to sew your your stitches Burn the witches, burn the witches Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor You cannot sedate all the things you hate Burn your bridges, burn your bridges Don't take time to sew your stitches Burn your bridges, burn your bridges Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor I don't need your hate, I decide my fate You cannot sedate, all the things you rape