One, two, three, society Four, five, of life deprived Six to eight, unseal your fate Nine, ten, scream it again There was a man and he went mad Grim was the look of psychopath The psycho of bursting ego Only towards fall he can go Clenching for top and all that's dear His logic died incepting fear Opened eyes but the mind went black Modern man spreading sick mind Plague Stop The madness of man's mind Save What's left inside Accept That you are sick Wetiko is our own Collective parasite When he destroys what he creates It's a shame, a big mistake When destroyed something of nature It's a progress for his future Lost in maze of self-destruction Panic driven innovations Devolution, side-production King of fools as a recognition