Misanthropy - Walls of Jericho
And what am I to you? Hopefully not a piece of misconception That life's rule has pounded into your head Why is there a difference? Why is it appealing? Pain - oppression You're feeding off our insecurities They're living off your fucking tyrannical lies How can you degrade the ones You've claimed to love? How can you degrade the ones You've claimed to call equal? And you think our pleasure justifies Our self destruction That you've bought into here? Let me strip down to my bare skin Let me show you what you call equal A rotting corpse is what you will have Left in your hand It used to be equable but You won't conceive of it You defy it
Artist: Walls of Jericho
Title: Misanthropy