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