Technology has always been the master
But still we want new shapes
Suckers for paraphernalia
But we're all still apes
Martyrs to style and convention
No deviance from this form and action
They say, fight the war, fight the war
It's the natural progression
On the Organic Jihad
Calling on the Organic Jihad
Enforce a dominant pattern
Tyrants to self-satisfaction
Trusters in benevolent dictation
Crusaders in their own high opinion
In pleasure palaces invented
Where all things can be expected
They say, fight the war, fight the war
It's the natural progression
On the Organic Jihad
Calling on the Organic Jihad
Huh. Huh. Huh
Rising up now, rising up now
Rising up now, rising up now, rising up now
Persistence in forced assemblage
Exalting in useless forms
Harmonise all things in proportion
Push on to disarray
Calling all mercenary whores
To uphold the arrogant law
They say, fight the war, fight the war
Its the natural progression
On the Organic Jihad
Calling on the Organic Jihad
Calling on the Organic Jihad
Calling on the Organic Jihad