Pathetic beings so small and irrelevant claim the right to master the living How can that which bows to the elements force the nature to do its bidding
Live and believe in your supreme intelligence The weight of aeons will prove you wrong
Limbs so weak and tender Mind no match for matter Life too short, too brittle No more than dust
Supreme power based on delusions Puny insects trampled underfoot
Small and meaningless No significance Claims of eminence Natures excrement
Your mind is too small to question this foolish dream of a supreme reign Of this time of so called progression Not even a memory remainsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
