Smiles for the last one standing,
The one that's better than us all.
Set him there so we can watch
And wait for him to fall.

While he stands, we are his puppets.
In his sugar-laced, poisoned words
(That he speaks so low and gentle)
The sly deception can't be heard.

Our world becomes an incinerator
Of muffled screams and silenced cries.
Still, his judgement is never questioned
As long as his banner flies.

But there's a noise there in the distance.
A very faint but determined voice.
It's chanting softly from the heart,
Reminding us we have a choice.

We don't have to stand here waiting
For his next deceitful demand.
We're being lead off of sheer blind faith,
Toy soldiers with our heads in the sand.

Some refuse to hear it
While many others join along
With this hopeful rebel chanting
That's starting to resemble a song.

The singing develops lyrics.
More and more of the crowd join in.
It's becoming a revolution,
One that's destined to win.

He finds this rather shocking.
This wasn't part of his master plan.
Figuring this was better afterall,
People sing while they still can.

With every note, the crowd grows stronger.
A nation united, hand in hand.
Not thinking about the consequences  
Of making their final stand.

"I will have order!" A voice from the abyss,
Our fearless leader, fighting one last time
To have power over now waking citizens
Who will make him pay for his crime.

He has no choice but to fall to us
For now, we're all that he can see.
And just to think, it started with chanting
Three simple words: "Let it be"