Witch Trials

We’ll peel the skin from your hands

Your painted fortunes ruined everyone

I’ll leave right after this

I stand no chance in any and nothing

Winter builds many wives and daughters

The courier lips fell on foreign snow

You're sad and boring

So sad and boring

With nothing

You're hand is white

But you're not in black

And your hand is white

We’ll cut then kill the young

We’ll cut then kill the young

Doesn't everyone?

When your hand is white

But you're not in black

And your hand is white

We’ll cut then kill the young

We’ll cut then kill the young

Doesn't everyone?

Doesn't everyone?

Doesn't everyone?

Doesn't everyone?