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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