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She's different from all of the other kids
She's up to something and I see through it
Your funny phrases after dark

Grab some stones
Takes all her crystals, opens up her tomes
Rituals in the comfort of her home
Candle's smoke blows out an open window

You will make them pay for their crimes
Your face's sadness they write off as masquerade
And when the trial is all dead and gone
You'll reign hell on this land with your curse

Run as fast as you can from this town
The bеat, the pitchforks of the crowd
Above thе stakes a burning cloud
Just use your feet, don't look back now
Everyone's afraid of what they don't understand
The same people who raised you wanna tie up your hands
You never speak your innocence given the chance
I try to understand the reasoning but I can't
So grab your things and run into the thunder and rain
Who wants to be a part of something where you're to blame?
Don't ever go back to the land from which you came
They'll never understand your practices or your pain