Burning Witches By Kyshera Words by James Kennedy We are defined by our insecurities From the gra**roots to the spire We need to personify our fears Like school yard bullies and they're cronies If we didn't hate our egos would deflate 'Cos if there's no one small, then there's no one who's taller Packs of frenzied, bruised dogs Laugh at the burning insects In this reality TV colosseum Called society Prejudice is therapy for you Our fears are exploited By politicians and the market We accept their bigotry 'Cos we need our scapegoats like we need our Gods Somethings not a threat if it has no power But is easier to beat the already enchained When our shield becomes unstable We tempt the arrows to someone who's more vulnerable Political correctness won't change a thing As long as everyone keeps sinking 'Cos once they've found a reflex, they can tune in And do what the f**k they like while the rats scramble over eachother But if only we would persecute the powerful We'd have error correction machinery We'd have no demagogues to tempt us In our colony