Music: O.Zissel  Lyrics: T.Clark, A.Bulgaropulos, A.Geremia    Melt to the beat of the drum  Melt to be one, to be one    What thou wer'st, what thou be  Creature of the hatchery  Not a man reeling free  Bear this mark of destiny    Alpha, Beta, Gamma and Delta  Is the song that society sings  Soma coma, fucking by numbers  And consume as much as you can    Free from love, free from hate  Sterile and stable  Urge and instinct channeling  Feeling disabled    Pour the genes into the mould  Of what is needed  Engineer conformity  The pool is weeded    Chorus:  No more devils, no more heaven  Grave new world  Free and killing or bound and willing  Slave or savage    Dear the calm weighed in souls  But the matter goes untold  What was one man's alone  Multiplies in wretched clones    Endless columns,  mother of sameness  Breeding life in a clinical way  Fear of flowers, learning and playing  For the ones  that are meant to be slaves    Factoried, standardized  Humans conditioned  Play the part  that they're ascribed  No free decision    No More doubt, no more quest  Nothing but answers  Whispered twenty million times  Til all believe them    Chorus    We are clay in the hands  Of those who make us  In a vision not our own  Blindfolded robots    God is dead, man is god  Above his fellow  Nothing here's an accident  But you will not know    Chorus