Extirpation
Confined in this prison we call home,
A country that will become our tomb.
A silent war is going on, ready to burst into napalm fire,
To consume us all in our apathy.

The Government works against its own population,
Hesitant to protect the weak, addicted to exploitation.
Individual interests come before the common good,
That's why the masses are clumsy and helpless.

Extirpate the prevailing ignorance.
Destroy all sickening thoughts.
Rip out the chains which tie us to the ground.
Extirpation! Extirpation!

Infected by seeds of hate,
Feeble-minded fascists strive for ethnic cleansing.
Violent minorities endanger a richness of culture,
Visions of brutality are reflected in brainless eyes.

Delete the social virus of displeasure,
Get rid of things that poison the whole.
We all suffer from things that bind us.
We are not willing to die on our knees.

Utopia is an eternity away, all ideals have gone to hell.
Rituals of daily mutilation have numbed us beyond lethargy.
Violation of human rights and morale is our daily companion.
The world war cruelties seem suppressed, and are likely to be repeated.

After the war is before the war, tanks are prepared to roll through Eden again.
Failing to render assistance over and over again, we are working on more nameless graves.
Musik: Extirpation
Text: Christoph