This is how dictators get started
They rise to power, shocking everyone
raising fear, doubt
and no hope for the future. 
It's my way or the highway
I won't tell you my plans
I'll shoot and ask questions later
the world will be in the dark about everything
the way it should be
better prepare now, for war is immanent.

In my dream it was time
time to get up 
time to get moving
this is it
the mushroom cloud over my head.
I cried and prayed
to a God that's remained silent.
If you're coming back, now would be the time.
How could it have come to this?

A dictator rises to power
the leader of the free world
we will win
there's no way we can lose
some say there is no such thing as a winnable war
but there are always winners and losers and
our side will win, believe me
just listen to me,
Just love me,
applaud for me.

In my dream it was time
I was fearful inside
I didn't wanna die
what's done is done, no turning back
no time to slack
shovels and dirt, shovels and dirt
it's time to get moving
moving away from the mushroom cloud.

A dictator has all the power.
I said we would win
millions are dead, maybe trillions
I knew we would win
people will respect me now
I transformed the world
to my way of thinking
I'm not contradicting
believe me, it's true.
I wanted to be a better person 
but no one would love me
I wanted love
I needed love
I craved it.
It's your fault it came to this
if you only loved me
if you only loved me.
You are to blame.

In my dream
it was time to get up,
time to get moving
I was fearful inside.
Is this the end?
Can we survive?
Is this real or just a dream?
I can't tell the difference.
God, help me, help us!
Where do we go from here?
I bow my head and pray. 
This is how dictators get started.

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