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