Tekst:
It is febuary 1998,
with too many mindless bodies,
walking the face of the planet,
and too many mindfull bodies,
without enough motivation,
to do anything constructive with their lives,
i despise these people,
in a way i can not verbally express,
my hatred for humanity
has reached an all time high,
i believe i am a higher power
and a greater being,
than our all too common society,
Lately i have asked myself
should i concede defeat
and conform to our commercialist society,
surely it would make my life
on this world easier to bear,
but when i get near my lowest moments,
i remember
Why, i hate the world,
and everything, that is inside,
i remember why, that i despise
everything that is not i
with too many mindless bodies,
walking the face of the planet,
and too many mindfull bodies,
without enough motivation,
to do anything constructive with their lives,
i despise these people,
in a way i can not verbally express,
my hatred for humanity
has reached an all time high,
i believe i am a higher power
and a greater being,
than our all too common society,
Lately i have asked myself
should i concede defeat
and conform to our commercialist society,
surely it would make my life
on this world easier to bear,
but when i get near my lowest moments,
i remember
Why, i hate the world,
and everything, that is inside,
i remember why, that i despise
everything that is not i
