can't you feel it can't you see it
the promise of prosperity
it's overwhelming you and me

it afflicts us like a disease
ubiquitous compelling too
we cling to you like crazy glue

and inject such a potent seed
it's best for all humanity
the spread of culture

the sword of progress
the vector of suffrage
a warm and septic breeze

the pomp and elation
the duty and vocation
the blood of the hybrid

it's just a recipe
re-living our ancestry
the frightful lack of harmony

our fore-fothers who led the way
their victims are still here today
now it's time to erase the story

of our bogus fate
our history as it's portrayed
it's just a recipe for hate