Witch Hunt Part Iii Of 'fear'
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee & alex lifeson
The night is black
Without a moon
The air is thick, & still
The vigilantes gather on
The lonely torchlit hill
Features distorted in the flickering light
The faces are twisted & grotesque
Silent & stern in the sweltering night
The mob moves like demons possessed
Quiet in conscience, calm in their right ---
Confident their ways are best
The righteous rise
With burning eyes
Of hatred & ill-will
Madmen fed on fear & lies
To beat, & burn, & kill
They say there are strangers, who threaten us
In our immigrants & infidels
They say there is strangeness, too dangerous
In our theatres & bookstore shelves
That those who know what's best for us ---
Must rise & save us from ourselves
Quick to judge
Quick to anger
Slow to understand
Ignorance & prejudice
And fear
Walk hand in hand
