Letra de A Nation v2.0//2003

Exploration of the ground Every day - all year round Exploitation is their aim For themselves in the main They are working to maintain An overestimated gain Thinking sensitive prudence Will have the brightest chance Self-portraits in shining colours With a gaze at all the others To ignore their existence For their own expedience And the finest isolation With the best realization Doesn't protect them against The fear of contamination And no goddess will remain In this regulated game (And) no god is necessary To believe in tales of fairies Refr It's a nation of moral ants With affection for themselves And with highest confidence In a glorious existence