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Witch Hunter
empty are the words you speak
condemning you to the stake
hear those screams echo through your head
wreaking you from the inside out
spreading sorrow while I break down walls
bring your coven they will fall
you're no worrier just a negative
complete zero without any real emotions
no more passion than a rat
gnawing at the cage of your own hypocrisy
a fake reality of hocus pocus heats your core
but no more!
I condemn you!!
I condemn you!!
I condemn you whore!!!
trying to ruin lives with pathetic insincerity
amused how you lay your claws in the innocent
screaming to the sky that you’re the victim
doing whatever it takes to survive your sentence
but it is I who is your judge and executioner
and what do I say?
I say to hell with you!!
using your trickery against me
it’s too late, I see right through you
never was one for mind tricks
charades is the game of your existence
only detach when people get too deep
that battle cry of yours is only that
a cry from an overgrown baby
pointing the finger for help! help!
but I have the thing to warm your cold shoulder
the flame of truth will ignite your body
burning the flesh of lies from your bones
melting down all your ignorance
leaving nothing but ashes in the wind
condemning you to the stake
hear those screams echo through your head
wreaking you from the inside out
spreading sorrow while I break down walls
bring your coven they will fall
you're no worrier just a negative
complete zero without any real emotions
no more passion than a rat
gnawing at the cage of your own hypocrisy
a fake reality of hocus pocus heats your core
but no more!
I condemn you!!
I condemn you!!
I condemn you whore!!!
trying to ruin lives with pathetic insincerity
amused how you lay your claws in the innocent
screaming to the sky that you’re the victim
doing whatever it takes to survive your sentence
but it is I who is your judge and executioner
and what do I say?
I say to hell with you!!
using your trickery against me
it’s too late, I see right through you
never was one for mind tricks
charades is the game of your existence
only detach when people get too deep
that battle cry of yours is only that
a cry from an overgrown baby
pointing the finger for help! help!
but I have the thing to warm your cold shoulder
the flame of truth will ignite your body
burning the flesh of lies from your bones
melting down all your ignorance
leaving nothing but ashes in the wind
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