Blessed are the intellectually poor
All those who are of a dumb mind
There seems to be no mercy
With us, doubting everything
Blessed are the intellectually poor
All those who hate the alien
Who rather like to be guided
Because they like to be slaves
Long since they lie at your feet already
And they're all deaf and blind
On wounded knees they want to atone
Because they're only poor sinners
You won't lead me into your fire
You won't decieve me
I'll never let you take the lead
No, you won't burn me!
Blessed are the intellectually poor
All those who are of a dumb mind
There seems to be no awakening
For all those who are in thrall
Blessed are the mentally dead
All the leaders and despots
All those hoplessly dedicated
All those who are too gutless