Red Flags

They burned the books and cut the wires
They're afraid of change, my friend
What use is the future to someone living in the past?

Another bullet, another corpse
Never mind, it's far away
Remember the party slogan: "We submit to one above"

Over now, it's all over now
Don't you worry your pretty little head

Easy now, it's so easy now
To make excuses for everything you've said and done

Something's coming and I'm afraid
That I can't stop it this time
But I'll be fucked if I don't, if I don't give it all I've got

These red flags, hoisted in vain
There is no real free will
Just a choice of how to die