Текст: Vision. One And The Same. Folk Hero.

I once knew a guy who claimed that he could see
All the evils in the world and their effect on me
easy chair, remote control across the TV room
Kept his finger on the pulse of fortitude and doom
There was just one problem-he shunned diplomacy
His caliber of venom was injected verbally
His badge was of genetic stock a self-made autocrat
Sacrifice your freedoms when you cross the welcome mat
The sovereign had left, said he felt he could not control it
There was just one problem-he shunned diplomacy
His caliber of venom was injected verbally
Caught up with his self-opinion, disregarding choice
Executing power with a strong arm and his voice
Security and order were once commonplace
These new-found freedoms have left a bitter taste
Betrayed too many time by his brash constituents
Losing touch with family and all that it had meant
But in his wake he had left a state of utter confusion
This heightened state of chaos was nearly illusion
Now devoid of structure and common discipline
This home became a dismal pit, decaying from within