Communist Eyes

I'm looking through
I'm seeing planes in bloodshot skies
I see the flag of a working people
Who conceal the lies in the stars
and sickle
It's a double edge

I can't ever find the way out
I never get a day out

All I see is an old man's alibi
There's a world outside
but I'm unaware
I open my books but the pages stare
It's a double edge

I can't even play the game now

I wave my flag and hold me head high
I can feel the glory of my
But I'm waiting for the day
when this madness passes
It's a double edge...