There you Stand 
Proud as a God
Rising your hand unto the Crowd
Rising your hand you stand with a gun
Aiming at the head of everyone
In your own way you smile and Cry
Telling the Truth within the lie
There you stand in the act of life
Thinking the Stage is your paradise.
But The sleeper will wake
From their long time rest
And Slowly they will take
Every flower from your nest
Meanwhile you will run
Afraid that your fur will burn
and there you go...
With a hand on your weapon 
Another in your gun
Saying this is for pleasure 
And this is for fun.
They will wake
They will come and freedom take
They will wake and they will see
That your are just the enemy.
Not a God from heaven
Nor a shepherd to lead us
Not a safe haven
But the butcher who bleed us.
Meanwhile you will run
Afraid that your fur will burn
and there you go...
With a hand on your weapon 
Another in your gun
Saying this is for pleasure 
And this is for fun.