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What do you think makes a man take his own life with his own hands
When tomorrow ends today, what a glorious day it'll be
Man has succeeded in mass destruction
Man has exceeded its capacity here on earth
Goddamn this world and everything ravaging it
Ah, yes, success, it's hanging by the neck
This tyranny has gone on far too long
Reparations are now demands
Humankind rides a pale horse, the taker of lives
The gears of a giant monopolized mind, a self-propelled death machine
An internal wasteland, every human being that now stands
No remorse and no recourse, there's no turning back, this is a holocaust now
A mortal sin
Total control of the end
On top of the chain of life
Exhibiting total control
Had we stayed lichens, had intellect not have been, a paradise this would be
This is what you made, this is what you helped create
Craftsman of hell on earth, how can you live with yourself?
Begin voluntary human extinction, no better time than
Now
What do you think makes a man? And can it be destroyed?