dogma
"They're afraid of the dark, imagine that. Come on mother, I want you to meet my friend!"
(Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn)
Burn the witches, burn the witches
Don't take time to sew your stitches
Burn the witches, burn the witches
Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor
You cannot sedate all the things you hate
(Burn, burn, fucker)
Burn your bridges, burn your bridges
Don't take time to sew your stitches
Burn your bridges, burn your bridges
Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor
I don't need your hate, I decide my fate
You cannot sedate all the things you hate
(Burn burn burn burn, fucker)
Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor
I don't need your hate, I decide my fate (Burn, fucker)
You cannot sedate, all the things you hate
I don't need your hate, I decide my fate
(Burn burn burn fucker)
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
Burn the witches, burn the witches
Don't take time to sew the stiches
Burn the witches, burn the witches
Burn, burn, fucker
Burn, burn, fucker
Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, fucker