Project Pitchfork

They follow me on a misty early morning
Dancing like fools they can't stop
Hypnotized eyes
They're marching in a queue
Stumbling feet are raising dust in the avenue
They'll dance until they're exhausted
One by one
Death caused by flute
Like rats they are all leaving the town
I'll get them all
Kill them all
One by one
They'll fade away
No hope for them
They will obey
They follow me
That's the price they pay
Vibrating sounds in the air
And the sky is grey