歌词
Gaze at the stars
With the cosmic privilege, this planet shall be ours
Groom their brains
Eradicate the notion of all but your own gains
Make the mould
With acts of inhumanity and stories yet untold
Give no ease
Through constant fear-mongering and agents of disease
Raise up to the skies
Develop a religion on the throne of lies
Where everybody dies
Start your grand campaign
Promise all the change yet keep everything the same
Then start it all again
Address the herd, ecstatically
In your nascent reign
Like a roving vagabond
Rambling with no aim
Disarray — is the only given way
To keep you safe in power
For yet another day
Mend their scars
For it is a grand privilege to keep the realm from harms
Fan the flame
Of hatred towards anyone who smears your holy name
Declare a war
On freedom, self-identity and independent thought
Heed the horde
Savour the bewilderment and choirs of discord
Express your care, dramatically
For all those who abstain
But remind them, equally
That you're here to remain
Now you've captured everyone, between the love and fear
A glimpse of your face is what they all hold dear
You are now their everything, their family and friend
They will follow, loyally, even when they're dead
Your tight rule is recognised as a work of art
Anyone who disagrees will quickly depart
You are the most eloquent, so deep and so profound
When the cycle is complete, go start another round