Grave New World - Tankard

Melt to the beat of the drum

Melt to be one, to be one

What thou wer’st, what thou be

Creature of the hatchery

Not a man reeling free

Bear this mark of destiny

Alpha, Beta, Gamma and Delta

Is the song that society sings

Soma coma, fucking by numbers

And consume as much as you can

Free from love, free from hate

Sterile and stable

Urge and instinct channeling

Feeling disabled

Pour the genes into the mould

Of what is needed

Engineer conformity

The pool is weeded

No more devils, no more heaven

Grave new world

Free and killing or bound and willing

Slave or savage

Dear the calm weighed in souls

But the matter goes untold

What was one man’s alone

Multiplies in wretched clones

Endless columns

Mother of sameness

Breeding life in a clinical way

Fear of flowers, learning and playing

For the ones

That are meant to be slaves

Factoried, standardized

Humans conditioned

Play the part

That they’re ascribed

No free decision

No More doubt, no more quest

Nothing but answers

Whispered twenty million times

Til all believe them

We are clay in the hands

Of those who make us

In a vision not our own

Blindfolded robots

God is dead, man is god

Above his fellow

Nothing here’s an accident

But you will not know