Burn the Witch

No proof for the false accusation

Tied to the stake, no hope of escape

I stand alone and embrace my fiery fate

But I won't scream, won't give them that satisfaction.

The flames lick at my feet

Their hearts full of hate

What they don't understand, they condemn

What they can't comprehend must meet its end.

There they are

The mob it cries for blood

To twist the tale

Into firewood

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...