" What I Am " Why do you hate me for what I am I could cast a spell with a flinch of a hand If I utter a word you don't comprehend You call me witch And burn me at the stake They ring my bell at half past twelve And run as fast as they can For they know they are dead One by one they fall down Ha Ha Ha They deserve to be dead To laugh at my power And stare at me on the street I curse you all