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