Witch Hunt

Spare the hanging rope
 You can never really know
 The Witch might be alive, they say
 You can't be too careful, you know...
 "Witch, the hunt is on!"
 Yelling the red-eyed patron
 "Drown it, burn it, concrete casket waiting for it!"
 You've got nowhere to hide!
 Kiss me with those cold lips
 Let me see you smile
 It's me lying here
 Bleeding life out of me
 Bury my body under the ground
 My mind must must be tied tight and drowned
 Heart cut out and burned, charred black
 Someday, somehow I might come back
 I'm innocent and most of the people know
 Shrieking in fear "To the fire, go go!"
 In the distance, a faint glow
 They think they're saving a soul
 There's something that stopped my heart
 That numb old black lump full of scars
 I'm not the only one who's gotta go
 But women and children also, oh no...
 Trust me everything will be just fine
 We're not gonna just die
 But saved from these monsters
 They've already died, from the inside
 Bury my body under the ground
 My mind must must be tied tight and drowned
 Heart cut out and burned, charred black
 Someday, somehow I might come back