"Superstition, fear and jealousy drove the Puritans to accuse their friends and relatives of consorting with the Devil. Wreathing around huge bonfires, repeating the indictive chants, they consigned the poor creatures to the flames. The tortured souls cried out in agony as the flames mounted higher and higher. 'Burn witch! Burn witch! Burn!'" This is the reason I live I can see the way you look at me You can't see beyond the veil I can tell the way you run from me I'm not your perfect fairy tale Watch me burn, can you feel me? Watch as I turn, what do you see? And I am Conflicted by your hurt, so let me share your pain Convicted for my church, I was born in flames Addicted to my fate, watch as I devour Convicted for my faith, this is the witching hour This is the witching hour Don't you see the way I look at you? I can see behind your eyes And can't you tell the way I reach for you? I wear my halo in disguise I watch you burn, I can feel you I watch as you turn, what did you do? And I am Conflicted by your hurt, so let me share your pain Convicted for my church, I was born in flames Addicted to my fate, watch as I devour Convicted for my faith, this is the witching hour This is the witching hour You must burn for what you have done You must burn for what you have done You must burn for what you've become You must burn Conflicted by your hurt, so let me share your pain Convicted for my church, I was born in flames Addicted to my fate, watch as I devour Convicted for my faith, this is the witching hour Addicted to my fate, watch as I devour Convicted for my faith, this is the witching hour (This is the witching hour) This is the witching hour (This is the witching hour) This is the witching hour This is the witching hour