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.