Letra da Música: The New Crusades - Faded Grey

So self righteous. You think you're better than the common
folk. Place yourself on a pedestal. Turn your nose up at those
who oppose your straight line thinking. You make me sick,
elitist. No tolerance for anyone not like you. Crusader out to
save the world. With your bogus set of rules. Who would remain
if you had your way? Your lofty morals won't mean shit when
you're alone. Your warped ideals mean nothing to me. I'll walk
outside the lines as your free thinking adversary. Your new
crusade against diversity is no different than the dogma of the dictators we fought before.