Alien Utopia Songtext
von Hannes Grossmann

Old sweet years of old
Nature, seek perfection
Inhale dread and fear
to protect this false perception

Camouflaged in faith
- mindless, soulless, impertinent -
the scorn of truth lies
at his hand

Culture Cleansing Machine
Points at me with rogue daggers
wretched means of sheer accuracy
Umber harvest of hate


Ideas to be
and ideals of moral
undermine idiocy
like marbles clog a rifle barrel

For the rule of one
squalling into mass deception
where blind leads blind
one-eyed kings demand control

Culture Cleansing Machine
Points at me with rogue daggers
wretched means of sheer accuracy
Umber harvest of hate

Beyond that portal you′ll reach
the endless, bodiless imperfection
Write your own decree
you'll be able to measure all you wish to believe
by abandoning this self-deceit