And the parasites that call themselves the pretty ones Licked their lips acknowledging the suffering they had created And yet felt no remorse In between the quiet space Of cold defense and misplaced selfish rage I blame defiantly Not like the others that came before We are the ones who can change I love to let you down I love to wear this foolish crown Of suffering and empty dignity For your deity has abandoned me Such is vanity The withered parasites are slandering The walls of truth, the wise can see them fall To attain enlightment The change is whispered on the winds of unjust war I love to let you down I love to wear this foolish crown Of suffering and empty dignity For your deity has abandoned me Such is vanity Not like the others that came before We are the ones who can change Not like the hatred that falls away Treading the silence again I love to let you down I love to wear this foolish crown Of suffering and empty dignity For your deity has abandoned me Such is vanity Not like the others that came before We are the ones who can change