You think its important, until its your turn,
Until they want you, the witch can burn.
Its not your problem, why should you care?
Their privacy gone, their life laid out bare.
But when it comes to you, your life,
You wish it was different, not you under the knife.
Under the light, for all to see,
Its wrong if its you, as wrong as can be.
Why are you different, why should you be hidden?
when scrutiny comes, you go if you're bidden.
Nobody's different, poor or rich,
Eventually everybody's in the ditch.
You hide at the edge, ready to flee,
You think, 'its wrong!', it can't be me!
The hole gets bigger, comes nearer,
the reflection in the mirror gets clearer.
The sun gets hidden, the darkness comes out,
The angels are lost, the devils come out.
You think its important, until its your turn,
Until they want you, the witch can burn.