Burning the Witches
You find my way of life isn’t good enough for you You all just think your lives are only made of truth

I am not, I am not insane I can’t breath, I will break my chains

I am the bastard son of your society You can define my life as being witchery

I can feel, acid in my brain Then you run, seeing my ugly face

* You can burn me, or crucify me You can shave my head or break each of my bones It doesn’t hurt me, you want me to die I only want you to open your eyes

The trial’s going on and smells roast meat I am defenceless here but you are scared of me

I won’t play, I won’t play your game See my blood, boiling in my veins

The verdict falls and I’m the only one who laughs I’m charged to be too different of you all

I can feel, I can feel the pain Can’t be saved, even by the rain

I’m burning Oh... Into the dancing flames, the heretic burns I’m laughing Oh... You’re gonna die breathing the toxic smokes