So, so heavy the burden on mankind’s shoulders.
Forcing it on its knees, making it crawl.
Kicking it when its down, making it beg.
And all I do is mock and tease:
For what can you do but laugh in front of its weak impossibilities?
They do hear you and we all can see.
But in front of our weapons your virtue is vanity.
All you created is murdered and undone. Beaten and bleeding and so fucking gone.
Oh, just throw the rock already. Cry! May your tears cut deep the hollow souls.
Why!? Paradoxes, lands of dreams. Preach yourselves an eternal torment.