Joan lyrics

Swords at throats and arrows fly But the real fight isn't on the field tonight Soldiers dye the ground carmine And you'll lay a palm leaf to cover up the sight Come and kneel to me Oil caged ordained Here to bring your reckoning Prophecy is born But soon you'll doubt and draw your swords To those you fealty's sworn Joan she's sick, a saint Maybe a witch Too late too choose now that your temper's lit A devil's spy She's infiltrated Or a prophet from God here to be our savior Seize a white dove by her feet Paint her wings in black As you set a raven's stage Don't you see her pointed teeth As her jaw retracts? She must be the demon's maid Are you scared of me? I must lie with Satan For you to find me threatening Say it's all my fault Then you'll go burn a girl or two So you don't have to fall Joan she's sick, a saint Maybe a witch Too late too choose now that your temper's lit A helpless girl Manipulated Or a prophet from God here to be our savior Maybe she was evil Maybe she was good Maybe you saw a sick young girl And ego overtook Maybe she was a demon Maybe she was divine Maybe you don't send babes to war To be you holy guide Maybe she was a soldier Maybe she was a blight Maybe she didn't deserve to die For trying to survive Maybe you were greedy Maybe you were cruel Maybe what we are or aren't Doesn't matter much at all Joan she's sick, a saint Maybe a witch Truly, who knows? But you'll still go write your script No say in how her own story's told Till you pick and choose what bits fit into your mold Joan she's sick, a saint Maybe a witch Truly, who knows? But you'll still go write your script No say in how her own story's told Till you pick and choose what bits fit into your mold Joan, you were dead the day you came to this world