Blind To The World

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