How it is

Prisoners - Victims caught in a trap - Never to be released
Lies told to my face - Like my existence does not stand - Selfish greed
You expect the world - To stop to feed your needs - Evolution was not your creation
Not born to be your slaves - Promises revealed as fallacies
Lies told to lure, frail minds now turn - To believing the words
Dictatorship is dead and gone - Buried deep
Won't be slaves, won't be slaves - Podiums were made to fall from
Millions watching the crash - As an empire comes to an end
Evidence is prepared for burning - But the blood still stains your hands

Backward movements - The truth is not there - The past paints the picture
Of what's happening here - Self quest for domination - Intimidation is the key
Many faces stepped on - You shouldn't have stepped on me

Alter the reasons - Of your existence - I'm searching for answers
But nothing makes sense - I foresaw the failure - Not one to predict
On your knees with no power - Awaiting the verdict

Your fate is undecided - It looks grim - My strength is undivided
I'll stand - Ripping at your heart strings - I want blood
Bout time you took a teaching - Bout time you saw

Greed was the demon here - An abusive waste of power
Inbred sin wore the Nazi grin - Then faced its final hour
Promises revealed as fallacies - Lies told to lure, frail minds now turn
To believing the words - Dictatorship is dead and gone - Buried deep
Won't be slaves, won't be slaves - Podiums were made to fall from
This is how it is.