The flames l!ck at my feet

Their hearts full of hate

What they don’t understand, they condemn

What they can’t comprehend must meet its end

But i won’t scream, won’t give them that satisfaction

I won’t confess my false interaction

As i breathe deep and prepare for my p-ssing

I hear them chant, burn the witch

I stand accused of bein’ in league with satan

No proof for the false accusation

Talk to the stake, no hope of escape

I stand alone and embrace my fiery fate

I won’t scream, won’t give them that satisfaction

No, i won’t confess my false interaction

As i breathe deep and prepare for my p-ssing

I hear them chant, burn the witch

No, i won’t scream, won’t give them that satisfaction

I won’t confess my false interaction

Now as i breathe deep and prepare for my p-ssing

I hear them chant, burn the witch

Burn the witch, burn the witch

Burn the witch, burn the witch