Witches & Martyrs

I don't want to die Just want a little death I just want the aroma, Don't need to bite I just want a little taste Torture me now While I am on the edge. Will there be hands To catch me in my fall? This little death It's a good one Isn't it? I am no good If I am no good with my hands But if I am too good Then I am way too good For my own good. A witch I don't talk to God He talks to me Six fingers I don't want to know what it means Just burn me to ashes I don't want to live to see The Barcelona church finally finished. If something can withstand time And time again Is the religion And the evil Perhaps those are The very same thing. Crucified and buried Six feet underground Perhaps heaven is there United with hell In a holy matrimony And divorce is inevitable. Or Lucifer and God Are the very best of friends And they always were They just put on a show for us To choose a side The victory is always theirs A witch or a martyr Either way I am dead.