Cuddled in our safety net

Hiding in plain sight

Still feeding of your mother's breasts

While people burn for our incompetence

Cradled educated fools

Darwin's joke

A herd of tools

You never had to fight

Never starved in agony

Afraid of death and calamity

The sweet lies you keep calling out

Finally settled in your consciousness

Skins and Gs and parasites

Paralyzed by the Feindbild

All you enemies of our prosperity

Raiding our shores of society

Approved insanity

Fear of captivity

Haunting depravity

Inhumanity is us

We are thе Do-Gooders

The intellеctual bigots

Grown to seek yet unable to see

We are the difference

Generation Good

Our network's wide

Our deeds are thoughts

And leave behind the bitter taste of Wormwood

The sweet lies you keep calling out

Finally settled in your consciousness

I am calling us out

Just one last rhyme

The cryptic terms you didn't get the first time

The pack is you

The devil is us

All you enemies of our prosperity

Raiding our shores of society

Approved insanity

Fear of captivity

Haunting depravity

Inhumanity is us

Your flawed spirituality haunts you in your darkest dreams

Unable to understand motives rooted in living hell

In fear you turn to old enemies

Again you are blinded by their lies

Lying to yourself that

The cloth will protect your cage

Well you're wrong like all the time

The blackness we came to see

Just shades of a darker grey

This glass dome shattered to pieces

Warriors of light

Never learned to fight

Fight

Fight

Find the Feindbild