Doctor, I've read your last diagnosis   About my pathology, this chimera which obsesses you   Are you serious when you call me psychotic   Just because my reality is not yours   I would be insane for that, look at your world   You live behind a wall of lies   Your children born in laboratory   Developed in bottles, fed with plastic   You dare to call it progress      Are you so far from insanity?      The physical inferiority increased by the slow destruction   Of your body with old age, illness and death   These are ill's I've never dread      You work so hard to cause your own ruin   Colonize environment as a never sated parasite      Finding your pleasure in pain of the others   Domination you can enforce   Because I refuse this state   This human nature which chains up to eternal mediocrity   You think I'm deranged, affected by disease   Psychotic as if I was blind to the world   Blind to the world      I just wait my rebirth in a superior entity   To all these creeping larva, reminiscent of naught      Are you so far from insanity?