Come in through the backdoor,
Enter this house of stone,
Ripped apart by cold war,
You dare invade this combat zone?

Now do you see the vampirism?
Eating away at us all around?
We’ve as many faces as a prism,
Can’t track ‘em with a hound.

Free us from this mighty sin,
Speak the deplorable word,
Cry out over this potent din,
Command the theater of absurd.

Watch them fall; all crumbling,
Into a dismal dust,
Hear the end of grumbling,
Leave only yourself to trust.