The world's on fire
We've set the jackals free
I see them circling
Goosestepping farther
You can't dance to this
You see them plotting
Deluding labour
They feign sympathy
They gorge on destruction
Inflating ardour
Monetized calumny
They call this justice
The fascists conspire
Re-imagined history
They call this our nature
Sane people perspire
This can't be our scene
Common sense is fading
The future for hire
Snatched from future beings
The worm is pulsating
Foreboding brings ire
This can't be our fate
The vampires keep sucking
Funeral pyre
Death's scythe swings freely
Compassion is choking
Psychical mire
Infests these poisoned minds
Empathy is failing
Tormented gyre
Of puppets on strings
You call this dancing?
