Take a look around you and see
Infected... Bastard... Planet!
Reality is what flows around us
Subhuman mass that makes us vomit
Inferior worms who think
They're something better
Cowardly bastards
With the law of primitivism
Their stream of mean hate
That makes us insane
Nothing just smelly dung
Roars from stupid empty mouths
Primitive subhuman waste
No people just the bastards
What kind of filth
Are those whom we see
What they want, what they need
Are they something more
Than offense of term