Текст песни
An autocrat ascends to the throne
Believing himself to be benevolent and pure
Are we so different from him?
I'm not so sure
I'm not quite so sure
For you see, the road to hell is paved with good intentions
The red dawn
Dwells in the hearts
and minds of the naive and ignorant
Hammer clenched within fist
To enforce with totality
and a Sickle to cut apart families
A tyranny of mediocrity
Suppressing all success
Only to invest in the dead
Mass graves
Unbridled human potential thrown to waste
Mass graves, a compost heap of the dead
What makes you think you know better?
What makes you think you can do better in carving out a utopia?
It will never exist
It will never exist
Their long march toward progress
They'll never reach an end goal
Blood & bodies strewn about their road
For you can justify any evil
To inflict upon your fellow man
Convinced you act with a righteous hand
Living out their sheltered existence
Basking in the pleasures of convenience
Mound upon mound of wasted flesh
Drowning in your sea of ignorance
Thinking yourselves so benevolent and so pure
Is this not what you wanted?
Is this not what you asked for?
Equality at the end of a gun?