Art is rarely truth
In the realm of mankind
Some are better than others

This world has become schizophrenic

Man your morals will destroy you


What an insane balance
What for unconsciousness

And for what life
Presumption of survival
Unconsciousness the only means of life

Presumption of survival

Morals make man

Modest and tractable
Man is the best
Domestic animal

Your measure is feeble
Your ideals are weak


Man your morals will destroy you

What an insane balance

What for unconsciousness
And for what life
Presumption of survival

Half-tint delight
Presumption of survival


No
You're not free
Hierarchy of taboos overcomes you

Man your morals will destroy your world

Escape

Escape idolatry of the excessive
Break the windows that prevent you to breathe
And jump outside into open-air

Lose your virtue
Escape this cesspool