A Girl A Gun A Ghost Spider Inside Her Lyrics

Perhaps she'll die for crimes adamantly denied
Shape-shifting words of serpents' tongues
Escaping from the mouths of young
Flipping through the matchbook
My fingers feel the flames
The hangman's noose can taste our lies…
Now it wants our best

They bred poor Annabelle in a trophy room of blackened skulls
They held a wonderful feast where everyone dined alone
Still wet from birth in a sinking cage
Seventy-one floating souls
One hundred forty-two defiant stares; so brave

Here comes the rectory licking it's chops!
Hungry for a Lamb to prey upon
They're taking this too far

"She will learn, or she will burn."
Will she learn?

Watch now as they skin her words alive!
The church bells ring, the choir sings, for confessions of a guiltless crime!
This textbook fire; young lies for hire;
As Annabelle recites her rosaries

Hear her cries adamantly defied!
The children swear, their teeth are bared
She knows this is her cross to bear
Snow comes down tonight reflecting Anna's white…
Their vacant lord knocking down her door
Knows she has nowhere to hide

They bred poor Annabelle in a trophy room of blackened skulls
They held a wonderful feast where everyone dined alone
Still wet from birth in a sinking cage
Seventy-one floating souls
One hundred forty-two defiant stares; so brave

She stumbles forward; they close the village gates behind her back…
Her gown's a dirty white, "She will be purified tonight!"

We watched the bodies burn one by one
The children carried stolen lanterns filled with rotting diamonds
Seventy-one bodies lit the valley below
The embers dancing pirouettes above Witch Mountain's snow

She will burn
(She burns, she bleeds. She wants. She screams.)
She's burning bright…

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