Burning Witches - Burning Witches

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