Un - Il - Sung

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Un - iL - Sung a 'revolution' had begun,

communism building, dictatorship for fun, 

hipocritical regimes, an economy undone,

nuclear creation the world had better run. 

You may not taste the cultures, their faces all you see,

if you beat the catorax that is, your brain is owned by he.

Argue with the leaders, Hitler descendants come to find, 

yourself and your whole family shafted down to the salt mine.

Question their national projects you suffer the same fate,

sleep in your own excriment without room to lay out straight.

Starving half to death, leave you scrambling for mice, 

if the guards have chance to see you, you couldn't do it twice. 

Opinions are overrated the whole world has no idea, 

of how to run a country like Un - Sung and iL,

imports aren't accepted despite the food you lack,

but they'll have the Western movies and a million bottles of Congnac.

Famine is no concern, have your rashons when they fancy,

instead we'll use the countries funds to show off our nations dancing. 

They don't care if you're their family, you're just food for the dogs, 

they cannot abide independency, the 'Great Leaders' are your gods. 

Lets build some fancy hotels and fill the shops with plastic produce, 

government officials divert Western tourists around the truth. 

People talk in whispers, there's no media to find, 

unless you enter the Great Leaders homes where hipocracy defines. 

The people cry in nations when one leader has to pass, 

the brainwashing intense, unavoidable until you become the 'staff'.

If you choose to fight against this your legacy will end, 

So jump on the wagon, unity is the slogan and our world begins again.

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