Burn me with a bible, we will never be around–, a–, a– Ah-h! Ah-h! Ah-h! Ah-h! You're a martyr, it's all inside your head You beg for forgiveness when all you do is forget So I'm lost between the stages I'm resenting the scripture now Question the cage that I am held in The melody I send to God: Why? Burn me with a Bible We will never be around The promise of the reverend We will never make a sound Make a sound You're stuck between the thoughts you never said Now I'm lost without you, I bleed out till I'm dead Crimson red, 'cause in his salvation I am laid to rest, no! Burn me with a Bible We will never be around The promise of the reverend We will never make a sound Would I be found? And I acknowledge all the sacrifice Burning on this holy ground Lie! (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) Burn me with a Bible We will never be around The promise of the reverend We will never make a sound Woah (woah, oh) Should I? Could I? Could I? The preacher saw the sigh of I Ignite, will everyone decide? That I, that I burn bright