I've walked into a maze
with the shape of a Mitochondrion.
Athletes say it's a marathon,
but I cannot seem to run.

Here they have artilleries.
Artilleries in arteries.
Here they have terrorists.
Terrorists in ovaries.

And they say it's just their humor,
but I prefer to call it 'tumor'.

In the distance I see angels
giving medals to anyone,
to anyone who has a gun.

In the distance I see virgins
throwing flowers at anyone,
at anyone who kills for fun.

Here they have colonels,
liquidating colonies.
Here they have generals,
liquidating generally.   
  
And they claim war is just pure humor,
but I know that it's a tumor.

They say warfare's not meant to be fair,
That combat neurosis is just a symbiosis,
That capitalism is more than just materialism.

But the one they really worship
is the god of every warship.
When metal replaces mental –
The worship of warships.

Forever and ever.
Forever endeavour -
War. It's their saviour.

Here they have artilleries.
Artilleries in arteries.

Engage in battle;
You are married for life!