We are all bastards,
We don't know our father.
Civilizations falling faster,
Religion's centuries of fodder.
Castrating our will,
Sedating us still,
When will they have their fill,
How many is enough to be killed?
Throughout time and space,
We feel everlasting.
Running a self destructive race,
Without need for any casting.
We are born to it,
This malice and hate.
Scorning intuit,
A fallacy's fate.
Fake and incorrectable,
In each other's eyes.
Taking in this spectacle,
As all around us dies.
We search,
To be accepted.
It hurts,
We all defected.
Drawing inward,
We grow suspect.
Our rotting innards,
Deny our best.
What is wrong,
With the world today?
It's in hundreds of songs,
But our sight is gray.
If we turn a blind eye,
What more can we expect?
Nobody even tries,
To see positive effects.
You did me wrong,
Now I hate everybody.
Death's final insistent gong,
Coming soon, a dark so bloody.
Cast your brothers aside,
And leave your sisters to suffer.
Don't see from another's side,
Perspective's humanity's buffer.
Keeping me from you,
We don't know what to do,
Don't try to find the truth,
Locked inside,
A selfish booth.
And there's no end to the hate,
Inside we can't abate,
Giving up our human state,
To a fate we can't berate.
And suffering reigns supreme,
On this rock of living things.
Darkness inside us sings,
For the death that we all bring...
