Dainų žodžiai:
Comecon Converging Conspiracies

Erase all borders, cultural esperanto Let the people be paupers and the customer king A stable market exclusive for cosmopolitical elites May the plebs

[Originally performed by Dr. Know] Thursday morning at 7 A. M. A young boy found dead in a garbage can When apprehended the police asked why "God told

Their voices I writhe Bereft of silence My soul can't hide I cower No rule applies My former masters Now dethroned Sounds of laughterpandemonic Panic

A palace of crystal on a postament of slime Rule of refinement, rats in the cellar Restless and climbing as slime and mud come Flooding Grace greased

All bonds that God ties Man is master to tear apart All crop on God's made land Man is master to sow and reap All deaths worms die Man is master to engineer

The Czar went down to Catherine city When peasants clamp in feeble things are trampled down Is the flesh of a symbol-doomed worth any pity Did the rituals