No trial, no case for reason I've been chosen to pay with my life Mad men define what mad is Turning witches and saints to ashes My flesh will feed the demon Rising masses marching to find heretic Heretic blood Please, don’t leave me As they search for

Turning me on, turning me on She's turning me on, turning me on Pushing my buttons like it ain't no thing If I'm what she wants, she gets what she wants The neon's buzzing when she pulls that string Turning me on like it's her job Sometimes I think she