Time Machine Burning In The Wind
Inquisition’s got me
Accusing me of conspiracy
They never see me in church
“We know you don’t believe”
They’re all masters
They’re all servants
They all betray each other
They always obey, politely submissive
They’re all clever intellectuals
They would sell their soul
For a higher rank in society
Their devotion to the wheel
If I don’t do what they say
I’ll be burning on the cross
Now the cross is standing tall
Waiting for witches’ repentance
Burning in the wind
Is religion supposed to kill
The ones who just dare to disagree?
Does religion kill?
I must pay the toll
I don’t deserve forgiving for my sins
Kneel to society!
The cross is standing tall
They’re all clever intellectuals
They would sell their soul
For a higher rank in society
Their devotion to the wheel
If I don’t do what they say
I’ll be burning on the cross
Burning in the wind
