Let my words ring out in a period of unholy worship I am the voice of millions Confined in solitude Cast me down you shall For I will not sew away No matter the cost Offerings of silence Burn my books in the town square Wash over these children’s minds Within lies Force fed since birth Will there dying days harness the truth about me I seep through cracks and pores regardless of limitation Once embedded I shall never depart nor will I step down to this mercy of the darkened church You now burn me in the same spot which one point my books lay smoldering Rise the smoke of my torture In my death do I bestow my return Opening these eyes I see not the world as I once knew it I am granted a second coming through an innocent frame Now I shall burn the homes of those who have abandoned me because of my beliefs Now there families shall suffer as I have Men women and children of those who have betrayed me They will feel only as I will never forgetTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
