This machine, no this beautiful thing
I call him Misanthropy my Next,
The very song I sing
With him I conquer and destroy
All I see are worthless things
With him everything else is just a toy
In my head his chant rings:
Become, Conquer, Destroy
Rage and Pain are all I bring
Though my robot was quite coy
For when I tried to leave it there
It stole my will and every care
Emotionless and Alone I come to you
Misanthropy the Next, born anew
Now I'm truly living
For there is a conscious part breathing
I've overcome the weaker organic part
And destroyed it's feeble heart
Now all that remains is a mindless thing
A killer, a destroyer, a puppet on string
My eyes see red
My enemy approaches
Yes I can see him dead
Lifeless and his body twitches
But whats this, me instead?
Lying in a spill of oil and blood...