Burn The Witch

Holding hands Skipping like a stone On our way To see what we have done The first to speak Is the first to lie The children cross Their hearts & hope to die Bite your tongue Swear to keep your mouth shut Ask yourself Will i burn in Hell? Then write it down & cast it in the well There they are The mob it cries for blood To twist the tale Into firewood Fan the flames With a little lie Then turn your cheek Until the fire dies The skin it peels Like the truth, away What it was I will never say... Bite your tongue, swear to keep Keep your mouth shut Make up something Make up something good... Holding hands Skipping like a stone Burn the witch Burn to ash & bone