Hedonistic beings with unrealistic dreams

Seek answers in wrong places

Turning away from their own faces

And constructing useless races

From their nature they have turned

And together will they burn

In the knowledge for which they’ve yearned

The world has turned to facts and figures

Illusionary mass grave diggers

Who tell us of a quicker way

To perfection of perception

Scientific tested interception

Of a world not seen here mentioned

The life we’ve thrown upon the shelf

Which holds all our inherent wealth

And creeps silently in stealth

With no control over our fate

How are we so great?