WHITCHUNT
Witch-Finder General, (Mis) leader of people,
your trade handed down through the years,
you point the finger, manipulator,
agitator, orchestrating fear.
Making a killing from cold profiteering,
Hoaxer, Fraudster, Fake,
Lying to make the tale fit your ending,
With myths you fabracate.
Witch-hunt!
Destroyer of reason, through victimisation,
our freedom to live as we would,
stirrer of rumours and vicious untruths,
you bait thebaying crowd for yet more blood,
Your hidden agenda, behind propaganda,
as red as the blood of our slain,
murdering my people, but never by your own hand,
Your weapons-Mistrust and betrayal.
Witch-hunt!
To keep illusion maintined,
Witch-hunt!
You persecute with no shame,
Witch-hunt!
Judicial murder- no blame
Witch-hunt!
Through history!
You Manufacture, all that evades ya
No one escapes your beady eyes
Whilst you keep a whitewatch,
keep up the witch-hunt
In the slimelight, your search for lies,
our morals and values, our culture damaged,
The blood trail leads strainght back to your pen,
it's all make believe in your un-merry fables,
you serve the protocols of those that you serve.
your trade handed down through the years,
you point the finger, manipulator,
agitator, orchestrating fear.
Making a killing from cold profiteering,
Hoaxer, Fraudster, Fake,
Lying to make the tale fit your ending,
With myths you fabracate.
Witch-hunt!
Destroyer of reason, through victimisation,
our freedom to live as we would,
stirrer of rumours and vicious untruths,
you bait thebaying crowd for yet more blood,
Your hidden agenda, behind propaganda,
as red as the blood of our slain,
murdering my people, but never by your own hand,
Your weapons-Mistrust and betrayal.
Witch-hunt!
To keep illusion maintined,
Witch-hunt!
You persecute with no shame,
Witch-hunt!
Judicial murder- no blame
Witch-hunt!
Through history!
You Manufacture, all that evades ya
No one escapes your beady eyes
Whilst you keep a whitewatch,
keep up the witch-hunt
In the slimelight, your search for lies,
our morals and values, our culture damaged,
The blood trail leads strainght back to your pen,
it's all make believe in your un-merry fables,
you serve the protocols of those that you serve.