Get the list She's different from all of the other kids She's up to something and I see through it Your funny phrases after dark
Grab some stones Takes all her crystals, opens up her tomes Rituals in the comfort of her home Candle's smoke blows out an open window
You will make them pay for their crimes Your face's sadness they write off as masquerade And when the trial is all dead and gone You'll reign hell on this land with your curse
Run as fast as you can from this town The bеat, the pitchforks of the crowd Above thе stakes a burning cloud Just use your feet, don't look back now Everyone's afraid of what they don't understand The same people who raised you wanna tie up your hands You never speak your innocence given the chance I try to understand the reasoning but I can't So grab your things and run into the thunder and rain Who wants to be a part of something where you're to blame? Don't ever go back to the land from which you came They'll never understand your practices or your pain