Amenta Vermin
Highly evolved?
Origin of the f..cking slave
You are all voids
Comfortable null
You are animals
Who claim to be human
But you aren't trying
To reach the ideal
You are a primitive design
Nothing but base urges
A fight or flee reflex
You are vermin
A creature of impulse
f..cking and feeding
There is only reaction
Divinity is nothing
But a yearning beast
A crude vessel
Desiring refinement
A primitive rat?
Or a refined beast?
All in the gutter
We search for stars
Nature cannot be rejected
Cloistered and denied
But it can be tempered
In every futile struggle
In everything out of reach
In every distant goal
There is something human
You are vermin
Nothing but a flawed
Base rat
An insect of
Insignificance
You don't have what it takes
To rise
You are vermin
When it's all so aimless
When there are no goals
When there it's all just reaction
There is nothing human
When everything is thoughtless
When it's all so aimless
When there are no goals
There is nothing human
Think
What do you consider important?
What are your goals?
Are you content?
You can choose
To be a pig in shit
Or something almost human
You are a primitive design
Nothing but base urges
A fight or flee reflex
You are vermin
A creature of impulse
f..cking and feeding
There is only reaction
You are vermin
Nothing but a flawed
Base rat
An insect of
Insignificance
You don't have what it takes
To rise
You are vermin
