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