March of the Macrobes کے بول

Macrobes! Macrobes! Here come the Heads! The Chosen Heads of the Bodiless Men Macrobes! Macrobes! Here come the Heads! Here come the Chosen Heads of the Bodiless Men From ape to man to God By rape we plant the pod To propagate the fraud. From ape to man to God By rape we plant the pod To liquidate the body. You could be a vessel for that hideous...strength You could be the gateway The time is here They're drawing near Can you feel the tension From another dimension? Leave flesh behind. There's only mind. Or set the brain apart To elevate the heart Whatever happened to the inidividual? (N.I.C.E.) Where is his soul? (R.A.P.E.) There's no unity In your dichotomy Section by section disection Vivid vivisection At the point of integration With no relation to the whole. You've no choice left you but to make An irrational leap of faith For the Macrobes are marching over you! Marching Macrobes Marching Macrobes On the march (cha! cha! cha!)