O-

ah!

Hu-

man

pa-

ra-

site.

Burn

in

the

bo-

dy

bags.

Stuff

the

sacs

with

di-

sease

and

filth.

Ho-

mo-

cide

to

pu-

ri-

fy

a

world

of

wi-

ther

and

wilt.

We

are

the

hu-

man

pa-

ra-

site,

slaves

with

no

mas-

ters.

(mas-

ters).

Hu-

man

pa-

ra-

site.

Glo-

bal

in-

flic-

tion,

glo-

bal

di-

sas-

ter.

The

ra-

vens

turn

their

eyes

from

the

land,

and

take

flight

towards

the

sea

where

they

fi-

nal-

ly

col-

lapse

in

ex-

haus-

tion

and

sink

to

the

a-

byss

and

al-

gae.

And

the

slugs

bur-

row

in-

to

so-

il,

chan-

ne-

ling

through

tim-

ber

and

vine

where

they

fi-

nal-

ly

wain

and

wi-

ther

be-

neath

the

wee-

ping

pines.

And

the

wolves

lead

the

flocks

to

the

hill-

tops

where

they

hurl

un-

to

plains

be-

low.

Twis-

ted

and

bro-

ken

by

rock

they

sink

to

the

ca-

ta-

combs.

Oh!

Wrath

of

man!

Fur

and

claw!

Now

flee

the

land.

Blind

to

the

fail-

ures

of

the

flesh.

No-

thing

to

re-

turn.

No-

thing

is

left.

Hu-

man

pa-

ra-

site.

Hu-

man

pa-

ra-

site.

Hu-

man

pa-

ra-

site.

Hu-

man

pa-

ra-

site.

Con-

sience

set-

tles

in-

to

com-

fort.

Still

bound

by

tra-

ge-

dy.

To

an

Earth

that

heaves

with

ru-

in,

con-

tempt

in

suf-

fe-

ring.

Look

now

u-

pon

your

bro-

ther,

the

ves-

sel

of

foul

will.

You

will

see

the

face

of

a-

no-

ther.

Com-

pla-

cent

with

the

blood

that

spills.

Ser-

vants

with

no

mas-

ters.

Mas-

ters

with

no

soul.

Man

is

a

plague,

swal-

lo-

wing

all

he

be-

holds.

Oh!

Oh!

Wrath

of

man!

Fur

and

claw!

Now

flee

the

land.

Burn

in

the

bo-

dy

bag.

Hu-

man

pa-

ra-

site.

Burn

in

the

bo-

dy

bag.

Hu-

man

pa-

ra-

site.