A Nation V2.0//2003 Songtext / Lyric

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

It's a nation of moral ants

With affection for themselves

And with highest confidence

In a glorious existence