Holding hands

Skipping like a stone

On our way

To see what we have done

The first to speak

Is the first to lie

The children cross

Their hearts & hope to die

Bite your tongue

Swear to keep your mouth shut

Ask yourself

Will I burn in hell?

Then write it down

And cast it in the well

There they are

The mob it cries for blood

To twist and tale

Into fire wood

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

I will never say...

Bite your tongue, swear to keep

Keep your mouth shut

Make up something

Make up something good...

Holding hands

Skipping like a stone

Burn the witch

Burn to ash and bone