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