Dance of the Shufflers part Three

They said the Fourth Reich
Is gonna raise its head
Disguised as good
That's what he said
He said that they would even raise the dead
To feast on the living
Because all they wanted was control
He said they even sell their souls

And then they'd hide down in their holes
While the Earth above was dying
And we be dancing
Like saint Vitus
Like broken puppies on a wire
They'll pick and choosе
Who'll win or lose
Who goes into the firе
They say there's way too many of us
In a herd needs to be fed
The round is up, they'll burn us down
A new world will begin

It was writ in the history books
All the books Big Brother took
And burned up while the sheep just looked
At pictues on tv
The slaughter will be final
No mercy will be shown

It will not end until this land
Is covered in bleached bones
We'll be dancing like saint Vitus
On the day that Jesus weeped
And the devil laughs in triumph
As his army of death creeps