in the ministry of peace
where we have day-jobs
we all take care of ourselves.
in the ministry of peace
we hurl at all our works
and work indeed is our war.
In the ministry of peace
every boy and every girl
country at our heels
in the ministry of peace
we are sent to missions
in fierce enemy fields

in the ministry of peace
I am like you and like all
and we don't dare at all
in the ministry of peace
we feel just like at home
country bleeds with hundreds
In the ministry of truth
we come with a smile

In the ministry of peace we count bleeds by grading numbers
every illness is worth a reduce every death twice
In the ministry of peace they sell little toys
in the ministry of peace we need all our boys
in the ministry of peace juices flow from every angle, an imaginative choice
In the ministry of peace judges sentence out the one and the next war is won

In the ministry of peace
drugs are cheap
values cheeper
In the ministry of peace
shortcoming weights
sink strong and deeper
In the ministry of peace
we love our work
and our war loves us
In the ministry of peace
you can't stay the same
without falling off

In the ministry of war
we love eachother very much
but love has nothing to do with us
In the ministry of hate
we stay all together
but it has nothing to do with being fucked
In the ministry of lies
we detect and define us well
but nothing means living that well

In the ministry of peace we count bleeds by grading numbers
every illness is worth a reduce every death twice
In the ministry of peace they sell little toys
in the ministry of peace we need all our boys
in the ministry of peace juices flow from every angle, an imaginative choice
In the ministry of peace judges sentence out the one and the next war is won

I don't like oranges today
they touch me and they burn
like the cytric acid they are
they set fire to themselves and tumbling
towards me they catch me fire.
As I stand there - legs aching after hours and hours
they all look at me (black and orange, their flag is)
in a circle,
surrounded by oranges and
lemons in my eyes
the flames their color,
I can finally say what's on my mind,
no embarrassment anymore
no stuttering
no fear
I stand bravely covered with flames and I make the argument of the century -
perhaps my lifetime
to everybody looking closely.
but I'd better hurry -
there is not much time left.