Misunderstanding

[R. Hubert, R. Hubert] I belong to those from somewhere nowhere, everywhere We constructed your race for a special task At last you failed You'll be wiped out Without a warning he appeared in between all of these grey hired old men We called them the world presidents They ask him for just ten more years and so he granted it Freedom peace and all the things we'd wished before were no longer visions They had all come true On the tenth year