Out of the subway, sun like a lie,Three smiling prophets selling reasons to die.Red star stitched on moral decay,They sort the souls, decide who’s okay.Wrong jacket, wrong face, wrong kind of man,Enemy by default — welcome to the plan.A good communist is a dead communist!Dead to the myth, not the flesh — get this.Your promised tomorrows smell like rope and rust,Every clean revolution ends in blood and dust. 🎵You preach freedom with a dictator’s tongue,Call it democracy when the guns are hung.Youth is a phase, not divine law,But you crowned your slogans and forgot to think at all.Three pamphlets deep and you think you’re awake,That’s not consciousness — that’s a fucking mistake.🎵 A good communist is a dead communist!Dead to dogma, dead to the cult of “us”.You worship heroes, you beg for control,Every people’s savior ends up owning your soul. 🎵You didn’t invent justice.You mass-produced murder in its name.You didn’t free the people —You numbered them, broke them, corrected them, buried them.You sold the anarchists to the Party line,Slit the dream to keep your throne and shine.Kronstadt drowned, Ukraine bled dry,“Necessary sacrifice” — another perfect lie.You think organic food makes tyrants kind,Greenwashed graves for a purified mind.Read a book.Learn doubt.Shut the fuck upBefore you try to save the world.🎵 A good communist is a dead communist.Dead to certainty, dead to the script.Tomorrow’s yours, kid — maybe, who knows,But today is still here, and it sees what you chose. 🎵No masters.No party.No flag to justify atrocity.Freedom has no vanguard, no guide, no throne.It comes alone — or it doesn’t come at all.