Paroles: Napalm Death. Utopia Banished. Aryanisms.

Put it on yourself to be
A role model, an image that you feel
Should guide the habits to form a movement
Of self-infatuated fools

Keeping each to their own
Where social bonding is taboo
Keeping each to their own
Where social bonding is taboo

Is it nice to be a clone
In your interpretation of a perfect world?
Where all desire to consort
Is perceived as contagious disease

Keeping each to their own
Where social bonding is taboo
Keeping each to their own
Where social bonding is taboo

Challenge your sordid claims to purify
You distinction threatened, absurd

Your wage crusades of loathing
To prove a point, the need for divine
How can the thought of unbounded relations
Kindle so much hate, outcast?

Get your kicks through persecution
Used as scapegoats for your exterior doubts
Exposing weakness, retarded, unworthy
I cannot begin to comprehend

How you wear such shame with vigor?
Homophobic, race antagonist
Harmony can only flourish
With mutual regard