Witch Trials

We'll peel the skin from your hands
We'll paint it for change ruining 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 your 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 your 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?