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?
Then Write It Down
& Cast It In The Well
There They Are
The Mob It Cries For Blood
To Twist The Tale
Into Fire Wood
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...

Bite Your Tongue, Swear To Keep
Keep Your Mouth Shut
Make Up Something
Make Up Something Good...
Holding Hands
Skipping Like A Stone
Burn The Witch
Burn To Ash & Bone