The Witches Mark

We all come from the same tree. Some people believe they grew on a bigotry. We are in this together. Nobody gets out alive.

What'cha say we strike a match
And burn the witches mark onto every ass
Every day there's a parade
Show us who we're hating today
What'cha say we get a priest
And burn the witches mark onto every beast
Do you think the world would learn
It was next in line to burn
Now my finger points at you
And millions more before I'm through
What do you think the world will do
When I burn that mark on you
I see the Devil
In your details
Something is coming over me
Breathing coffin nails
Like yours should be put down
Burned and buried underground
Dirt and gasoline under my fingernails
Who's got the matches?

The End

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