The Anthem of the Pax Ethica World Peace

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The Anthem of the Pax Ethica World Peace

The temple above us… was the wonder of the ancient world. Bisonopolis shall be the wonder of my world. -- M. Bison

(Background music)

I'm a moral visionary king on a tower,

That granny visioned with her unrelenting power.

Her eyes were so advocative,

On a vision of her philosophy...

An ideal city that is built,

In a space of alienating virtuality..

Pax Ethica was her ultimate goal,

Her vision... is engrained in my memory..

The joyous light, and the grim dark,

I must use very virtuously...

Not for corruption or war...

But heartfully and honestly...

Passionately and relentlessly,

In solitude inspire, peace through morality....

The Pax Ethica...

The goal of my Rubinshteinic strategy...

Her vision you couldn't conceive you couldn't,

Her vision I thought conceiving you shouldn't,

Too lonely I was, a wise fool ant,

Amnesia is recovering, so I must-

Her vision you couldn't conceive you couldn't,

Her vision I thought conceiving you shouldn't,

Too lonely I was, a wise fool ant,

Amnesia is recovering, so I must-

Inspired by the eerie Bisonopolis,

Was and is, this metropolis,

Not for power, and not for evil,

But for the greater good...

To rectify the world, and to inspire,

For a better world, I build this empire,

Just like the holy city of Jerusalem...

A covenant between ideal and the truth...

Matters far more than my self lack of ruth...

And I only brought strange loyalties, in my lines...

I'm a moral visionary king on a tower,

That granny visioned with her unrelenting power.

Her eyes were so advocative,

Inherited by her ultimate apprentice...

(This world, makes me so sick-sick-sick-sick-sick-sick-sick-sick-sick...

This world, makes me so sick-sick-sick-sick-sick-sick-sick-sick-sick...)

Visitors flying over fortress' walls,

Not understanding my rises and my falls,

Genius is often lonely,

And is very flawed.

Yet it's all of the noise that's yet to come,

For a fresher air in many asthmatic lungs..

Self I redeemed,

From darkness far away..

(This world, makes me so sick-sick-sick-sick-sick-sick-sick-sick-sick...)

My love is like philosopher's stones...

Subverting your very eyes..

(This world, makes me so sick-sick-sick-sick-sick-sick-sick-sick-sick...)

I'm from past only I know,

A vision parted down to my mind..

(This world, makes me so sick-sick-sick-sick-sick-sick-sick-sick-sick...)

My love is like philosopher's stones...

Subverting your very eyes..

(This world, makes me so sick-sick-sick-sick-sick-sick-sick-sick-sick...)

I must actualize fully,

A vision brought only to my mind....