"What if Trotsky joined Hazbin Hotel?" | "When Does the Revolution Ends?"

What if Leo Trotsky joined Hazbin Hotel? Lyrics [Intro] An ice axe on my desk. A flash of cold. And now you tell me this is where the fighting stops? [Verse 1] I crossed the borders they had drawn, From one exile to the next. I carried pages in a suitcase, Wrote until they found my desk. They tried to make my name a warning, Tried to strike me from the past. I watched a man claim our tomorrow And build a throne he said would last. So when I wake beneath your crimson sky And hear you speak of starting new, I ask which tyrant rules this kingdom And where you keep the ones he used. [Pre-Chorus] You say the damned can change their nature. I say no throne will fall through grace. Then you ask who’ll live among the wreckage When I have torn this one away. [Chorus] When does the revolution end? When every gate is open wide? I marched toward a world for workers, Kept the future in my sight. But if tomorrow takes forever, And asks the living for their lives, When does the revolution end? Who gets to live when it arrives? [Verse 2] I know the man who sent that weapon. I know the lies he made them speak. I will not name his rule a triumph Or turn his victims into peace. But here I meet the sailors waiting Where no order makes them leave. They ask for voices in their councils. I know the answer we once gave. I tell them how the war surrounded us, How little room there was to yield. One asks if I can hear him clearly. I have my answer. He has his. [Pre-Chorus] The axe that found me at my desk Was guided by another hand. It cannot make the sailors vanish. It cannot tell me where they stand. [Chorus] When does the revolution end? When every gate is open wide? I marched toward a world for workers, Kept the future in my sight. But if tomorrow takes forever, And asks the living for their lives, When does the revolution end? Who gets to live when it arrives? [Bridge] I thought that I could meet him here, Name every crime and make him hear. I still may do exactly that. He owes the dead more than my wrath. But they are standing at my door. They did not come to ask for him. I start to speak of what we faced. One says, “I know. I was there too.” I have no right to ask their pardon. I have no reason to agree That every hope we carried forward Must be buried here with me. [Breakdown] [Lead] I will not call the dream a crime! [Choir] Then hear what happened in its name! [Lead] I will not let him speak for me! [Choir] Then speak for what was yours to claim! [Final Chorus] When does the revolution end? I cannot answer as I did. A worker should be free to question Every choice I made for him. Let tomorrow come tomorrow. Let them tell me what they need. When does the revolution end? Tonight, I’ll let them speak to me. [Outro] You don’t have to stop believing in a better world. I know. Perhaps I have to stop deciding what others must endure to reach it. #hazbinhotel