Red flags flying Over this nation You are but nothing But a cogwheel in a Great machine
Red sharks are hunting Hunting the traitors Hunting the loose tongues That speak up against the Common good
This place is for no man Only for all men For the collective For us all but not fir Yo alone
All men are equal All men are void The individual must Bes destroyed To think for yourself Is a capital sin You fight a war within
To escape from gulag To rise among thoe Who kneel To escape from gualg
Walls on the outside Walls on the inside Walls that are guarded Guarded by the Selfness saints
To lay on the altar To die fro my brothers As they die for me No one there to rescue The great honour
There's always one man Wh's slightly better Just slightly more good Of course he must stand Above the rest
We're blind without him Because we are nothing We need his guidance To be more collective, More just like himTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
