You live in accordance with the status quo,
you think you're the
audience, but you're a comedy show.
You say you're 'only' human, yet you
think that you're Gods,
are there any true men, 'cause I'm here on my
tod.
You make up the rules then you change them to suit,
You're pulling
the wool or you're jumping through hoops.
You think that you're
shepherds, but you're just counting sheep,
just keep eating Feta &
remain in your sleep.
You initiate war, but the conflict is YOU,
your
reasoning's poor, it's a one sided view.
You're walking computers &
you worship machines,
you fantasize future & kill anything green.
You
live through concepts, you live by ideas,
you are the on-set of
madness & fear.
You enjoy causing harm, you get pleasure from pain,
you falsify charm but you're a little too vain.
You far from innocent, you're pretend you're naive,
you're a sad sorry incident, and it's time
you should leave.
You live in the past, you've a warped concept of
time,
your stories are fast, your presence is a crime.
You're reliant on
modems, they're reliant on you,
you're a poorly planned program missing a few screws.
You lack experience, so you give it the lip,
you're a small interference, a mutated blip.
You're full of desires, each one of them false,
you're worshipping fire, yet you're scared of
the source.
You've got dangerous brains, something clearly is loose,
you
darn-right insane, so what's your excuse?
You're all masochists, and
your species is farmed,
you offer no assets, you're just out to cause
harm.
You enjoy getting 'slaughtered', so you can pretend,
that you're not
in fact tortured, but you're far from free men.
You do things by
halves, and you know something else?
You can't even laugh at the state
of yourself.
Just explain to me what are you trying to do?
Cut all the
bollocks, at least once show you're true.
Your hearts have gone cold, your love is on freeze,
before you are old, you're already diseased.
You're simply mutated, the whole human race,
you're far too over-rated, you are well out of place.
You fight for your life, but I often wonder,
is it worth all the strife? You're best off 10 foot under.
You're just mere
mutants on the face of this planet,
you're not worth the nuisance and
it's time you should vanish.
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