Are you proud of the chaos that you’ve wrought

There’s nothing more sinister than fools disguised as gods

Build your system to suppress our independent thought

Restrict our speech

Melt the people’s minds to rot

Execute the subversives that you’ve caught

Claiming to be a liberator we all know you’re not

When war is peace and freedom is slavery

We become mindless machines, puppets of higher beliefs

All the sirens will sing cause they can see what you bring

Torture oppression and racketeering

Brands for the dissenters, soma for the pain

Burning your rhetoric on people who should’ve been sane

Each inch of freedom’s blood stained

Are you proud of the chaos you’ve wrought

There’s nothing more sinister than fools disguised as gods

Tyrant to the east, madman the west

Pretending to be pure to aid their own interests

Under their heels we regress

Each inch of freedoms bloodstained

Burn any dissenters, distribute soma for the pain