In a time of technological abundance   Mankind refuses to civilly evolve   With power comes great responsibility   And the elements of the Earth are not ours to destroy      I am as guilty as any   Enslaved to my addictions   Like an injection to perpetuate murder      Human beings are just a strain   Of a malignant infectious plague   Mutilating that which cannot falter from innocence      Sad, angry and fucking sickened   I have lost sympathy for my wretched species      No grown person is devoid of vile sins      Imagine a small child   Skinned alive and writhing in anguish   Suffering with pain and fear   A fate worse than death; denied of dignity   In a stage so tender and mild   Equal to animals incapable of committing cruelty      The craving for riches is the worst fucking excuse   For the lack of compassion for all life      Exterminate this fucking human race      To murder a grown man is justifiable   Unlike our drunkenly relentless carnage