Burn me with a bible, we will never be around–, a–, a–
Ah-h! Ah-h! Ah-h! Ah-h!
You're a martyr, it's all inside your head
You beg for forgiveness when all you do is forget
So I'm lost between the stages
I'm resenting the scripture now
Question the cage that I am held in
The melody I send to God: Why?
Burn me with a Bible
We will never be around
The promise of the reverend
We will never make a sound
Make a sound
You're stuck between the thoughts you never said
Now I'm lost without you, I bleed out till I'm dead
Crimson red, 'cause in his salvation I am laid to rest, no!
Burn me with a Bible
We will never be around
The promise of the reverend
We will never make a sound
Would I be found?
And I acknowledge all the sacrifice
Burning on this holy ground
Lie! (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
Burn me with a Bible
We will never be around
The promise of the reverend
We will never make a sound
Woah (woah, oh)
Should I? Could I? Could I?
The preacher saw the sigh of I
Ignite, will everyone decide?
That I, that I burn bright
