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 forefathers 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