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

& 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 & bone