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Then write it down and cast in the well.
Let it out.
The mob, it cries for blood
to twist the tale into firewood.
Fan the flames with a little lie.
Turn your cheek until the fire dies.
The skin it peels like the truth away.
What it was I will never say.
- "Burn the Witch"
- Mood:
determined - Music:Earth, Wind, & Fire - Let's Groove
