Bambix - Bitchcraft

You give me a lifetime so I can be saved
Id rather have some space to breathe
You hand me a whistle to draw attention
Id rather have some ointment for my scars
Theyll let me burn on the stake
Pay for the mistakes I made
But I ride a bike, and not a broom
I dont cry at the moon
Still Ill be damned
They repeat the pattern again and again
Raise your voice and youre forgotten
Will the world grow ripe enough
To outsmart all that is rotten
I dont ridicule whats Holy and good
I dont put frogs in my soups
I want to be my own judge
And if thats not enough
Then Ill be damned
Dont want to feel as if Im down in a burrow
Ill live my life as if theres no tomorrow
Dont pull the leash which you tied around my neck
Ill still be the captain even if I clean the deck
Give me a lecture so I can learn
Give me a book to read
But dont hand me a knife to draw attention
To what cant be said with words
My fellow-sinners are all around
They wont destroy your holy ground
I dont like to eat ripped-out hearts
And I dont have warts
Still Ill be damned