Under bombs child is born
while surface of Earth being torn
apart by foolishness of mankind

Healthy son hip-hip-hooray
Gilgamesh shall be his name
but sins of our fathers ain't signed

Hundreds years I've gazed upon
race of men and what they've done
what I saw and see I can't believe

Raping daughters, slaying sons
in name of god and nation
or what ever they can think about

Good-old-fashioned fun of men
gangbang of Earth starts again
who would sheat the sword and draw a pen

Such a pleasure to live in pastiquette
slaves of money in their leashes
they talk about freedom, what a joke

What you think and what you feel
What you see and what you dream
Is it true and why should it be?

And what is truth anyway
Bound in time if I may say
Don't know what to think anymore