Can you feel all the sorrow in this world
Don't you see how the rats are feeding on it
Frankly I don't know if that's what Rosseau dug into
Or love is a myth a nobody can tell right from wrong
The Lord's made up choice
To give us will while he's not around
Civilized in a cult under his protection
Every word's not worthless shit to make you see
The ground you touch has been bleeding way to fast
And the sun won't rise to reverse the darkest night
So for them, not for us, a revenge that never was
Will strike so hard to shift their karma
Things I say never bring me any good
Things I do never take me where I want to anyway
The Lord's made up choice
To give us will while he's not around
Uncivilized in a race for a annihilation
No there is no fucking way to make you see
I don't believe in karma
The ground you touch has been bleeding way to fast
And the sun won't rise to reverse the darkest night
So for them, not for us, a revenge that never was
Will strike so hard to shift their karma