Text: Rasputina. Draconian Crackdown.

A tragic demonstration
Of brazen insubordination
By indigenous insurgents, belligerents, degenerates
Imagine my bewilderment at the conspicuous dismemberment
Of all that I had believed
At how we had all been deceived

It was short, sharp, sudden, surprising
Short, sharp...

It was an unfathomable catastrophe
There were things no one should ever see
Arrests were made arbitrarily
Evacuations made mandatory
Indefinite detentions, insolvable killings
Weeks and weeks of agonizing raids
Relentless, unexplained physical attacks
(Gout, goiters, plague, anthrax)
New and unconventional threats
Simultaneously secretive and violent events

Oh, what have they done
But there's no fun to a draconian crackdown
And what will you do when they come for you
In the draconian crackdown

Yes sir, I say no sir, and then
Yes sir, I say no sir, and then

Something's wrong
Oh very very wrong here

The chaotic nature of the soured atmosphere
We have found ourselves participants in the nightmare
I took the blame, the hatred, and with certainty
I said, "I now declare a state of emergency
With immediate effect indefinitely"

I looked
I plotted
And I planned, from here
A fearful, vicious, secret no-man's land

I looked
I plotted
And I planned, from here
A fearful, vicious, secret no-man's land

Oh, what have they done
But there's no fun to a draconian crackdown
So what will you do when they come for you
In the draconian crackdown

Oh, what will you do
In the draconian crackdown

Spectacular suicide explosions
Of enemies significantly weaker than a year ago
And their influence continues to wade