F.U.D. Songtext
von Morlocks

The ranks unfold
Leaning against their gods
Dark echoes of old
The rise of the bundle of rods
Don′t trust that man
And don't trust that man
False prophets
Hatchlings from rotten pods

The ring of stars
Shines on a few percent
Don′t mind that farce
Rome always falls in the end
For every puppeteer in charge
For every bankster still at large
The game is on
The road is paved with nails and teeth
To hell on earth and beyond
White saviours
Straight from the muck of the pond


Uncivil rights
For all the world to see
Hidebound troglodytes
Knights of conformity
Blinded by the vision of a phallic run society
Killing for tradition and that godsent inequality
Holy book thumpers armed by the powers that be

We're the whores of Babylon
Within the lands we bled upon
As foretold in the pages of the Necronomineocon
Barren fields of junk and slag
Your nation's banner is a rag
Let′s burn them all but Jolly Roger
And that pretty rainbow flag

Fear
Uncertainty
Doubt

Fear
Uncertainty
Doubt

Vile corrupt economists
Blood anointed dogmatists
Whining sad misogynists
Simian supremacists


Market forces bring decay
The Eurocrats have had their way
Workers treated like machines
Built to serve the kings and queens

You′re fighting the collective sin
And walk in other people's skin
Scared of everything obscene
Sucking out the oxygene

Dividing of the classes
Manipulate the masses
Who all deny the greater good
They′re wallowing in victimhood and
Fear
Uncertainty
Doubt