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