If I was rational
I would not be here
I would be decaying in the ground
Limbs being devoured one by one

That is what I truly crave…
Deep down inside of my so-called existence
My existence has plagued me
And showed me what I am

I cannot decide when I leave
So, to cope in this hell
I convince myself that
I have a friend in the sky

That cares for my soul
As I am incapable
A quick, egotistical thought

Only a fool could believe in
Such benevolence
Up in the dear sky

Innocent infants tortured
“Schitzos” as test subjects
Slavery created by us

But oh, we are so deserving
Look at what you are from
Are you proud?

When the day of judgment comes
Tell me, were you worthy?

But don’t fret
We all did it