Testo di Pity The Weak

Fell down upon the realm of man On a scorned mound We erect another monolith Buckled under its own ego Another pillar of content Another milestone of man Pity the weak We cry out in laughter As trees are felled How the mighty have fallen We mock the roots Parasitic ape; Spills his black blood Blotting out the sun Wither to sallow flesh Saplings writhe where man is idle An imperfect genocide Erected upon weakened ground Finally gave way