soviet

don't tell me it could be worse, you can save your fucking breath, 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