March of the macrobes

Macrobes! Macrobes!
Here come the Heads!
The Chosen Heads of the Bodiless Men
Macrobes! Macrobes!
Here come the Heads!
Here come the Chosen Heads of the Bodiless Men

From ape to man to God
By rape we plant the pod
To propagate the fraud.
From ape to man to God
By rape we plant the pod
To liquidate the body.
You could be a vessel for that hideous...strength
You could be the gateway

The time is here
They're drawing near
Can you feel the tension
From another dimension?

Leave flesh behind.
There's only mind.
Or set the brain apart
To elevate the heart
Whatever happened to the inidividual? (N.I.C.E.)
Where is his soul? (R.A.P.E.)

There's no unity
In your dichotomy
Section by section disection
Vivid vivisection
At the point of integration
With no relation to the whole.

You've no choice left you but to make
An irrational leap of faith
For the Macrobes are marching over you!
Marching Macrobes
Marching Macrobes
On the march (cha! cha! cha!)