كلمات February

It is febuary 1998, with too many mindless bodies, walking the face of the planet, and too many mindfull bodies, without enough motivation, to do anything constructive with their lives, i despise these people, in a way i can not verbally express, my hatred for humanity has reached an all time high, i believe i am a higher power and a greater being, than our all too common society, Lately i have asked myself should i concede defeat and conform to our commercialist society, surely it would make my life on this world easier to bear, but when i get near my lowest moments, i remember... Why, i hate the world, and everything, that is inside, i remember why, that i despise everything that is not i.