Under a Killing Moon

"Under Killing Moon"

The air my lungs first loved
 Carves craters from my eyes
 They said "breathe deeply son 
 Or be the next to die"

 Beneath the falling night
 And heaven's shutting gate
 Pray keep your tongue held tight
 Or suffer the same fate

 The blood on our black gloves
 It is none of your concern
 If you want to call our bluff
 Get in line and wait your turn
 And watch the witches burn"

 Don't flinch when innocents
 Are dancing with the flame
 If they wanted to live
 They'd learn to play the game

 You can still walk away
 If you just hold your tongue
 If you'd just walk away
 You'd live to see the sun but"

 Under this killing moon
 Under this burning sky
 The fire's shining groom
 I hold my breath and close my eyes

 "The blood on our black gloves
 It is none of your concern
 If you want to call our bluff
 Get in line and wait your turn
 And watch the witches burn
 We'll watch the witches burn"