Now I rise above my own humanity
And in my solitude I see clear
The true nature of our species
Sickening things you ought to fear

In impudent haughtiness
We call ourselves god's creation
If anything, we're the offspring of the devil
Even calling ourselves animals would be self-complacent
Dragging everything down to our poor level

Speaking without sound - sound without substance -
Substance without a value - a value of no importance

You! Do you feel you have a reason
To feel good about yourself
Transparently recycling ideas
That couldn't possibly emanate from your inferiour brain
Thinking of yourself as the center of the universe
Does it even come to mind I could feel the same

Megalomanic masturbation is your crime
Megalomanic masturbation - an act so vile

You'll find out the hard way pride goes before a fall
Fake social behaviour, such a nauseating sight
I'm waiting vainly for you to be sized up by all
Considered honest 'till they find out about your lies

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