Red-taped message.

Why do you care,
How I live my life?
Keeping your tabs,
On who lives and dies.

The records show,
The numbers are clear.
In the mind of the people,
All that's left is fear.

Why do you care,
How many drinks I drink?
Feeding my brain,
Telling me what to think.

Stay in your temples,
With your holy idols.
Don't tell me what I do,
Is wrong by your morals.

Who are you to say,
The world is going wrong?
Does everyone have to sing,
The same damn song?

We don't need you,
To show us the way.
No need to tell us,
What to think and what to say.

We're better off,
With a lack of your kind.
We can put our troubles,
To the back of our minds.

With you gone,
There's a chance for peace.
A chance for silence,
A hope for relief.

So leave us now,
And take your pawns with you.
Your day has come,
At dawn we're through.

We're finally better off,
With peace in our minds,
The problem you are,
Will be the last of your kind.