Mass hysteria

In order to fix what is broken

You must break what works

Give Charon his token

Social change near by lurks

To the butcher go the sheep

They do just what you say

Cut their throats while they sleep

Old bandits throw away

If the dog barks warning

Put a bullet in his brain

When the cock crows in the morning

Wash his blood down the drain

Inject them with fantasy

Fill them with fear

Smoke and mirrors, can't I see?

The end is growing near