Dogma

Burn the witches, burn the witches

Don't take time to sew your stitches

Burn the witches, burn the witches

Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor

You cannot sedate all the things you hate

(Burn fucker)

Burn your bridges, burn your bridges

Don't take time to sew your stitches

Burn your bridges, burn your bridges

Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor

I don't need your hate, I decide my fate (burn)

You cannot sedate all the things you hate (burn)

(Burn, burn, burn, burn fucker)

(Burn, ow, fucker, motherfucking bitch, ow)

(Burn, burn, ha, ow, burn, burn, ha, ow, burn, burn fucker!)

Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor

I don't need your hate! I decide my fate! (Burn, fucker)

You cannot sedate, all the things you hate! (Burn!)

I don't need your hate, I decide my fate (ah! Burn!)

(Burn, burn... yeah!)

Burn the witches, burn the witches

Don't take time to sew the stitches

Burn the witches (burn it, burn it) burn the witches

Burn, burn fucker

Burn, burn fucker

Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn fucker

(Breathe)