Burn the witches, burn the witches, don’t take time to sew your stiches
Burn the witches, burn the witches
Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor
You cannot sedate all the things you hate
Burn your bridges, burn your bridges, don’t take time to sew your stiches
Burn your bridges, burn your bridges
Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor
I don’t need your hate, i decide my fate
You cannot sedate all the things you rape
Innocence-
a painful reminiscence
a what was not
and will never be.
Meant not for me.
An unjust war
on the futile.
Bludgeoning my affection (wide open)
Cries of overkill.
Scraps of memories
flung from our master’s table.
A plan I’m sure to disable.
Allegiance to none other.
Bludgeoning my affection (wide open)
Cries of overkill.
Regenerate a healing catharsis
that bursts, meaningless.
Regenerate a healing catharsis
that bursts, meaningless.
Graceful, a selfish will,
the chilling thrill,
a play on the nerves to end ‘all serves’
As penance
to a man’s drying tear,
we leer but deny ourselves.
Burn the witches, burn the witches, don’t take time to sew your your stitches
Burn the witches, burn the witches
Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor
You cannot sedate all the things you hate
Burn your bridges, burn your bridges, don’t take time to sew your stitches
Burn your bridges, burn your bridges
Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor
I don’t need your hate, I decide my fate
You cannot sedate, all the things you rape
