Order you fools!
The damnation is over you
and you laugh
Couldn´t fit more precisely
Still pleasantly ignorant on your conviction
though the chains are on
Try, please try to figure out your place in this world
your function in the clockwork
that runs this time
in which you were born
wihout a dime
and so shall you depart
to - don´t claim to know - where?
but before it you must pay for the sins
of your ancestors
the tragedy of tradition
of power over justice

It must be done
before any truth can be unveilled
to your fragile mind
now, go to sleep!

Now the battle is over, all truth´s been slain
and your brains are scattered all over the plain
for them seagulls to pick
until they get sick
and vomit the truth!