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