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