There [G]once was a time a [Em]happier [G]kind
When people were [D]able to [Em]live
In relative peace be[G]fore the release
Of the witches and their [D]cauldron of [G]give
The [G]witches you see had [Em]more than plen[G]ty
But seemed to be [D]worried about [Em]others
To ensure everyone would have [G]their kind of fun
They’d im[G]pose on all the [D]sisters and [G]brothers
So the [Em]witches concocted their [G]spell
And [D]boiled and bubbled for a [Em]spell
Until the potion was brewed and [G]trouble ensued
From the witches and the
[D]potion they
[G]brewed
[G]First it would be that the [Em]technology [G]
Was improved at a [D]staggering [Em]pace
And the people observed that the [G]slope of the curve
Was a typhoon with [D]them at the [G]base
So the people reacted and [Em]somehow en[G]acted
Laws to help [D]everyone [Em]grow
Along with the change their [G]lives rearranged
To keep up with the [D]pace of the [G]slow
And the [Em]witches oh how they [G]cackled
Once the [D]people were finally un[Em]shackled
They quickly began to be [G]shackled again
Without raising the
[D]hair of their
[G]hackles
So the witches confirmed that their [Em]plans had been [G]spurned
And figured out an [D]alternate [Em]way
Said one what the heck how [G]bout bio tech
Soon genetics had [D]entered the [G]fray
The witches observed as they [Em]changes oc[G]curred
With a subtle ob[D]servance by [Em]most
But soon there were changes and some [G]food chain deranges
That led some to [D]give up their [G]ghost
And the [Em]witches shook their [G]heads
At the [D]number of people turned [Em]dead
For those ones left living they’d [G]be no forgiving
A witch hunt for the
[D]witches to
[G]dread
[D] [G]