Burning Witches - Burning Witches

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Hunter, chaser, habit-keeper
Decision — maker of life and death
Bring your fire to the torch and keep it up in the darkest hour
Do you still think you’re right?
Nothing to see, nothing to hear, nothing to say
So come and chase me through the woods
Your prayers and words to god
Will be unheard
So chase me and my own kind
Burn the witches, burn the witches, burn the witches
But the fear remains in your head
Baiter, conspirer, whistle-blower
Starry-eyed idealist
Hold your pitchforks in the sky, and let your hatred reign
Nothing to see, nothing to hear, nothing to say
So come and chase me through the woods
Your prayers and words to god
Will be unheard
So chase me and my own kind
Burn the witches, burn the witches, burn the witches
But the fear remains in your head
Hater, grudger, pretender
Meticulous, fearfully easy prey
Use your insecurity as an excuse
To put those strangers in the pillory
Nothing to see, nothing to hear, nothing to say
So come and chase me through the woods
Your prayers and words to god
Will be unheard
So chase me and my own kind
Burn the witches, burn the witches, burn the witches
But the fear remains in your head
We are the burning witches