Soviet

Don't tell me it could be worse.

You can save your fucking breathe

Because we've lost it all

In this 'ideal' world of yours.

You can say it's in our nature,

As you're pulling triggers.

You tell us it will never change,

As necks snap in the ropes you hang.

But I refuse to believe,

That this is the way - the way it has to be.

I don't know when.

I don't fucking care how.

But I'll find a way to rid the world of

Rid the world of

Rid the world of

Rid the world of

Rid the world of

Rid the world of you.