Holding hands Skipping like a stone, On our way To see what we have done. The first to speak Is the first to lie. The children cross Their hearts & hope to die. Bite your tongue Swear to keep your mouth shut. Ask yourself Will I burn in Hell? ...Fan the flames With a little lie, Then turn your cheek Until the fire dies. The skin it peels like the truth, away. What it was I will never say... Holding hands Skipping like a stone. Burn the witch Burn to ash & bone!
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