Jason T. Ingram - The Burning Letter

Yesterday the postal man came by the house
Delivering a letter for me
If only he knew the madness inside of it
Concealed and sealed professionally
Words of hatred, words of fear
Words of flattery I long to hear
Words of deception and manmade religion
And songs of the blindest seer
It's a burning letter
It's a burning letter
It's a burning letter
In my hands
In my hands
And nothing will harm me and nothing shall burn
When I walk through the fire and pass through the flames
I'm immune to my enemy's poisonous tongue
This is my heritage
This is my heritage song
So I stood by the door of the house
And signed for the letter to me
I had no idea of the lies hid inside of it
Written and penned so eloquently
Words on fire words aflame
I will not play that Lucifer game
Words based on ninety-nice percent of the truth
In a dim light they all seem the same
It's a burning letter
It's a burning letter
It's a burning letter
In my hands
In my hands
And nothing will harm me and nothing shall burn
When I walk through the fire and pass through the flames
I'm immune to my enemy's poisonous tongue
This is my heritage
This is my heritage song

Written by:
Jason Ingram

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