For years now we've been trapped into a night that's never gone
Dreading the shadows that creep out when we're not looking
We know that those terrors are just inside our minds
But our consciences holds us guilty to our cores
We’ve been trapped…
Dreading the shadows…
Inside our minds…
And now we light our fires to burn the evil witches that represent
all the things which our blackened hearts desire
Along with what remains of our truth
The smell of burning flesh may be unpleasant but we know how to fake it
And endure the task judging those who hate it
Just to celebrate the coming of...
The coming of our precious sun!
With eyes so long in the darkness we just cannot find
The measure of what is wrong or even what is right…
We cannot find!
And now we feed our fires with all of our desires
We choose the victims of the stake so we stay clean
The stench is pretty unpleasant but we know how to fake it
To burn the evil witches that represent all the things which our blackened hearts desire
The smell of burning flesh may be unpleasant but we know how to fake
And endure the task judging those who hate it
Just to celebrate the coming of...
The coming of the sun!
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