I can’t stay, stay silent anymore I’ve got a secret creepin’ out my core and I’ve Been afraid it would leak and would come to life
There’s a light creepin’ up my thighs From my ankles up to resigned eyes To unearth, are you scared that there’s sorcery, inside?
And it hurts, hurts, flames at my feet And it hurts, hurts, but turn it up, please Reigning on you from my throne of sticks Criminal with no evidence And it hurts, hurts, flames at my feet And it hurts, hurts, so turn it up, please I’ve been saying, “Let ‘em come for me.” Guilty as I wanna be, but I’ll never be, be sorry
And it feels like I’ve been here before I’m pure as the child-unborn and it Doesn’t Mather, neighbor, take my life
Doing what you need to keep things safe Wondering what color my smoke will make At the stake, in the flames, I’ll be pretty, perfect and erased