The Pure Blood Formula

Surgical precision, the scalpel of the state!
Erase the imperfection, control the hand of fate!
A ledger full of numbers, a census of the weak
The perfect race is rising, the impure are so meek!
Sterilize the vision, a manicured design
Condemn the next condition, step right across the line!
A thesis of extinction, a doctoral degree
In bloody hieroglyphics for all the world to see!


They wear the white coats...
They hold the charts...
They count the skulls...
To fix their broken hearts!

EU-GEN-ICS! The science of the clean!
Wash away the human stain, the ultimate machine!
EU-GEN-ICS! A surgical decree!
Pick the flower, kill the weed—it's called humanity!

A blueprint for the master, a breeding program's creed
Erasing all the color, the variance, the seed!
The Phrenologist is laughing, measuring the bone
To justify the genocide, upon a bloody throne!
Selective propagation, a mathematical art
To purify the bloodstream, to rip the soul apart!
The irony is visceral, the punchline is so cruel—
The ones who preach perfection, are just the biggest fools!

They write the thesis...
They draw the line...
They judge the faces...
A godless design!

EU-GEN-ICS! The science of the clean!
Wash away the human stain, the ultimate machine!
EU-GEN-ICS! A surgical decree!
Pick the flower, kill the weed—it's called humanity!


"Step right up, ladies and gentlemen!
Don't you want the premium model?
The Aryan 2.0? The Master Race Deluxe?
...It comes with a lifetime warranty of hatred.
Just sign here... on the dotted line...
...and ignore the screams coming from the basement.
It's just the sound of... natural selection."

The files are getting dusty...
The data turns to rust...
The master plan is broken...
Reduced to ash and dust!

Pure blood... pure blood...
It's just a nightmare...
...that we built.