Burn the Witch
In a dirty hovel
Forced to live away from where she loves
Wouldn't ask for this
Never would she ask for this

Along the muddy road less traveled
She drinks from fountains of melted snow
Wouldn't ask for this
Never would she ask for this

Don't you take for granted
All the lies you tell yourself
And if you do, you risk returning
All the secrets that you've kept
She won't ask forgiveness
She's done nothing wrong
But in the night air shes burning
Shes'll be burning all night long

Time will not rescue you
Old scars will begin to itch
And when they do
You'll burn the witch