Waiting for the axe to come falling, bracing for the stones that we know so well,
Blistered and bruised, while we suffer through you, all to allow you enough rope to hang yourselves.
Burning…burning so patiently,
Get out while you can; this house is coming down,
There will be nothing left,
Burning…burning so patiently.
And you know how it is: all of this time, and so little has changed,
The powers that be, assuming authority, have you no memory of how this always ends?
Burning…burning so patiently,
Get out while you can; this house is coming down,
There will be nothing left,
Burning…burning so patiently.
Turn the shiv inward – we understand,
Guilty as Hell, with my own sins to tell,
Black sheep can still smell their own.
The witches are smiling, as only they can,
Free of the stake, it’s you we’ll embrace,
When this is over, we’ll see who’s left standing.
Burning…burning so patiently,
Get out while you can; this house is coming down,
There will be nothing left,
Burning…burning so patiently,
Get out while you can; this house is coming down,
There will be nothing left,
Burning.
