Diabolic Plan

No pain, no taste, no racial conflicts
No war, disease, no capitalists
We raised the seeds of destruction
We blame our leaders for all corrosion

Not even an ultrasonic wave
Will wake us up from this dream
You can sit down and enjoy
The sound of utopy (Go!)

Since you can't stop invitation
All there's left is destination
No shame no lies no no blame
All you have the final sentence

You know there are no slaves
You´ll see what hell in jail
There are no chance for you remain
Pray, you fucking bastard (Pray!)