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 fore wood

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