They made speeches preparations unavoidable the day When a future great eradicator comes Biding silently the tidings as there's little left to say Little time little minds little ones Hear the echoes of a nightmare close their minds to the decay Sifting through the languid rapture dreams of some Just a universal blinking repetition has its say There's a writhing beauty once the ego's cast away Once disposed nulls the throes supposed by they Like the roach we encroach upon the means by which we stay no surprise the wiser never pray And he queens still give their orders and the soldiers still obey Spreading forth to every corner 'neath the sun Do they know their procreation self-exterminates their ways