| Doctor, I’ve read your last diagnosis
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| About my pathology, this chimera which obsesses you
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| Are you serious when you call me psychotic
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| Just because my reality is not yours
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| I would be insane for that, look at your world
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| You live behind a wall of lies
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| Your children born in laboratory
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| Developed in bottles, fed with plastic
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| You dare to call it progress
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| Are you so far from insanity?
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| The physical inferiority increased by the slow destruction
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| Of your body with old age, illness and death
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| These are ill’s I’ve never dread
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| You work so hard to cause your own ruin
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| Colonize environment as a never sated parasite
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| Finding your pleasure in pain of the others
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| Domination you can enforce
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| Because I refuse this state
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| This human nature which chains up to eternal mediocrity
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| You think I’m deranged, affected by disease
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| Psychotic as if I was blind to the world
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| Blind to the world
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| I just wait my rebirth in a superior entity
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| To all these creeping larva, reminiscent of naught |