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?