Witch Hunt Part Iii Of 'fear'

Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson



The night is black

Without a moon

The air is thick, and still



The vigilantes gather on

The lonely torchlit hill



Features distorted in the flickering light

The faces are twisted and grotesque

Silent and 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 and ill-will



Madmen fed on fear and lies

To beat, and burn, and kill



They say there are strangers, who threaten us

In our immigrants and infidels

They say there is strangeness, too dangerous

In our theatres and bookstore shelves

That those who know what's best for us ---

Must rise and save us from ourselves



Quick to judge

Quick to anger

Slow to understand



Ignorance and prejudice

And fear

Walk hand in hand


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