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The air my lungs first loved carves craters from my eyes
They said Breathe
deeply
son,
or
be
the
next
to
die
Beneath the falling night
And heaven's shutting gate
Pray keep your tongue held tight
Or suffer the same fate
The blood on our black gloves
It is none of your concern
You want to call our bluff
Get in line and wait your turn
And watch the witches burn
Don't flinch when innocents are dancing with the flames
If they wanted to live, they'd learn to play the game
You can still walk away if you just hold your tongue
If you'd just walk away, you'd live to see the sun
But under this killing moon
Under this burning sky
The fire's shining groom
I hold my breath and close my eyes
The blood on our black gloves
It is none of your concern
You want to call our bluff
Get in line and wait your turn
The blood on our black gloves
It is none of your concern
You want to call our bluff
Get in line and wait your turn
And watch the witches burn
We'll watch the witches burn
We'll watch the witches burn.
- Album:
- To Be Everywhere Is to Be Nowhere
- Anthology
- Miscellaneous
- Major/Minor
- Beggars
- The Alchemy Index Vols. III & IV: Air & Earth
- The Alchemy Index Vols. I & II: Fire & Water
- Vheissu
- The Artist in the Ambulance
- The Illusion Of Safety
- Identity Crisis
- The Artist In The Ambulence
- Illusion of Safety
- Live At The House Of Blues
- The Alchemy Index Vols. III & IV
- First Impressions
- The Alchemy Index: Vol. I & II
- If We Could Only See Us Now
- Live From The Apple Store
- Death From Above