Accusations
For every situation
Each generation
Renews the nation
The country’s fabric
Bleeds out the tragic
But with steel you stitch
Clothe the new witch
Burn the witch
There’s always one
Burn the witch
The people need their fun
Burn the witch
We’ll find one if we try
Burn the witch
For our sins she fries
All the people
Raise the steeple
Construct their god
Pay it with blood
If you don’t take the vow
If you refuse to bow
Don’t you whine and bitch
When you’re declared the new witch
Ancient and modern
Old hatreds rearmed
We raise a new pyre
But fire is fire
Fear fuels democracy
Hypocrites claim hypocrisy
Your logic won’t play in the sticks
Easier to create another witch
