Nothing More
Salem
Where does your misfortune grow?From a humble house, with a cross burning slow?You fear she will challenge your throneSo you dig the dirt and it's selling like gold 10 fingers 10 toes point, but not a damn one back at you It's your fault you fall apartThe problem is in you Burn the witchOr stone and rope to bind her soulSink or swimAnd watch the truth drown below You search the hills, swift and trueLook outside yourself, for it cannot be you The town gathers and slander ensues Not long 'til she's cursed, not long 'til she's through You've done the work of a saint, but with the devil's hand With cauldron gossip you pray, to restore this land Holy and dead, holy and dead Remember the plank? You've got a tree instead This will all be over soonShe's melting throughBut your dark clouds still remainSo grab another one without a name
From Letras Mania