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 fore-fathers 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.