Folktale

Burn me at the stake, I'll come alive This wasn't a mistake, I've been deprived Call me out of name, And spread your lies I will not be ashamed or a specter to your cries By my side as I fade Into the dark with a weaken heart My blood slows down I am the talk of the town Loaded twisted words that crucify Spelled out the truth to be vilified Skeletons rattle their bones for peace There's never fair play in a mystery I will not be ashamed or a specter to your cries Searching for aid in these quiet streets Drag me down into these hallowed grounds Disturbing sights that keep you up at night I will be on guard till I see daylight Fell between cracks into cobwebs Open the door let the light in Comfort the pain knowing someone cares I'll type out the tale tell me where to begin Lights flicker I dwell in your sorrows Blurred picture your shadow follows Between sheets dust covered memories Sullen dreams buried inside of me I will not be ashamed or a specter to your cries I will not be ashamed or a specter to your lies I will not be ashamed or a specter to your cries