You may try to convince Salem that I'm a Wiccan
Rile up the ignorant to kill the incubus
While you make love in the shadows to your paters
But I know the truth
It will expose you
You take the voice away from those in pain
You turn credibility into a f*cking game
You may try to have me publicly castrated
Sacrificed for a crime that is not committed
While I publicly rot, your heart will drop, as the four horsemen of your past approach on the Horizon, to seek Revenge for all of the lives you have ravaged
But I know the truth
It will expose you
You take the voice away from those in pain
You turn credibility into a f*cking game