Songtext von Masterplan

Foll moon on the rise and everyone has a feeling deep down inside there is genocide presented as a masterplan Mother, offer your daughter and Father, give your son lovers rip each others lips and oil up the guns the beast is loose among the swans feathers fill the air Papers write: "apocalypse" how to feel and what to wear - Blame is put first on left, then right conservatives and queers Goddamn pornovangelist drove sweet grandma to tears As generals replace presidents we feast on our despair blood drowns Los Angeles, Moscow and Marseilles