Tankard - grave new world

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 [Chorus:] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Chorus]