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They caught you in the act of living your own life

No resistance, on your throat they keep their knife

Cold sweat down your spine, you cannot get away

Spill your guts for the truth, you’ll do whatever they say

The man in the red cape questioning you

You’ll deny nothing he’s referring to

You stick your head in the ultimate test

Sword up your ass you can but confess

No one sees it closing in

The hottest seat on earth, confess the sin

None expecting it to come

It’s the inquisition, the Spanish one

It’s not what you have done, it’s what you don’t confess

You’ll be burnt at the stake, even over a game of chess

Not screaming loud enough, just step into the rack

Refreshing your memory, anytime it might come back

Flames at your feet, sword over your head

No escape, be baptised in fire instead

The cross is burning to purify sin

Then it’s the turn for the next of your kin

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Clearly you’re insane, screaming in pain that way

Make the deal to save your name

Purified in flames, or doing whatever they say?

Futile fight in a no-win game

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