The old bastards have understood at last Separation, comparison, high expectation, Isolation, humiliation, maximum pressure They caused new blood to hate them all They don't want to fight their cion They don't want to make them pay For their idiocy and folly They look for other ways Weeks and months at labs Research and develop for a way out First created a nation of hatred Now create an antidote Create if you can In order to stop the madness New blood tasted hatred In their mothers' wombs Hated by their husbands Pushed and pressured New blood is delivered into hatred Compared with ancestors Forced to do what they couldn't Now they hate the old men Old men seek remedy Once they make the potion They dream to end this war