Thus Spoke Zarathustra.
I see right through your thin disguise, your alligator tears, and your crooked smiles. You bite with stolen teeth; speak in false tongues, indoctrinate people when they are young, with the lie that crawls out of your mouth: I, The State, am The People. You say "there's nothing greater than I, the ordering finger of God, am I." You roar and the sheep kneel. But you can't affect anyone who feels the lie that crawls out of your mouth: I, The State, am The People. Somewhere there are still peoples, and herds. But where we live, we live among burds. You mean the death of those who believe, who fail to realise, who fail to perceive, the lie that crawls out of your mouth: I, The State, am The People.
Music and lyrics: Ram, with some help from Nietzsche
This is the State version. The album hard copy contains contains a People version bereft of any human voices. You can also hear directly playing the song MIDI file (warning: the sound will only be as good as your MIDI playback device).