The Holy Trinity Of Money Machine And Obedience
Hail to the new God
I'll make your path - clear and shining
I will wipe the enemies out of your way
Shall lock them up, let’s call them "inmates."
Let's humiliate them, let's take their money
Force them to do things they don’t want to
Then we'll make new laws and enforce new rules
We shall curse upon them, call them "ex-cons."
Hail to the new God
With his fresh scent of machinery and brand-new-looking face
Giving all the idiots a brand new mindset
Just remember not to ask questions. Remember not to think
Just never forget to polish your machines
Everyone can be happy now. We will throw the dirty ones away
We'll hide them under the rug
We shall lock them up, let's call them "crazy,"
Let's call them "beggars," let's call them "social misfits,"
"communists," "terrorists," a threat to the world order
We will entertain you, we will occupy you
We will never leave room for worries nor thought
Consume, and we shall give - Work, and we shall give
Obey, and we shall give - Kill, and we shall give
We will be generous to the followers and merciless to the enemies
It's a brand new mindset! Just how all the idiots like it
Those bastards would eat shit if it had a "new!" label on it
It's the new system - the holy trinity of money, machine, and obedience
And like the old system, we won’t tolerate feelings
Like the old system, we won’t spare lives