The cry of the stone idols
Tears the old wounds open
Long forgotten laws
Reverberate with pounding of my heart
Living in me is the pain
Of misplacement and grief
Of having nothing real to gain
Civilization is the thief
Persistrence guarding my identity
I've laid thr cornerstone
Of misantropic supremacy
Sick of omnipersistent verbal seizure
Meaningless backdrop existence
I withdraw and step aside
Grinding sheding annihilating
Clenching my fists I give out a cry
Of suppressed hatred and prisoned mind
What you worship I call a lie
Blindness and idiocy of all mankind
Perseverance
Stronger than ever
Led by the principles
Of misantropic supremacy
