The Heretic

Inevitably

It's starting to bleed

And couldn't be stopped, that's justice

Incredible luck, to lift and be struck

What curious things..

A moment to think, before we will sing

The beauties alined, so sweetly

And don't be afraid, don't be afraid

Don't be afraid...

Does this look like that?

(My bumpkin boy)

How cruel you get

I've started again

(My bumpkin boy)

To miss your hands

What carnage you've left

(My bumpkin boy)

And you were dead

Remember your flesh

(My bumpkin boy)

To see us break

Our souls are unrest

What kind of pride is this?

Dry your, dry your eyes

They'll salt his wounds

If burning the flesh means finding the one

Does this look like that?

(My bumpkin boy)

How cruel you get

I've started again

(My bumpkin boy)

To miss your hands

What carnage you've left

(My bumpkin boy)

And you were dead

Remember your flesh

(My bumpkin boy)

To see us break

(Flesh is heretic

My body is a witch

I am burning it)

My bumpkin boy

How cruel you get

I've started again

My bumpkin boy

To miss your hand...