Doctor, I've read your last diagnosis 
About my pathology, this chimera which obsesses you 
Are you serious when you call me psychotic 
Just because my reality is not yours 
I would be insane for that, look at your world 
You live behind a wall of lies 
Your children born in laboratory 
Developed in bottles, fed with plastic 
You dare to call it progress 

Are you so far from insanity? 

The physical inferiority increased by the slow destruction 
Of your body with old age, illness and death 
These are ill's I've never dread 

You work so hard to cause your own ruin 
Colonize environment as a never sated parasite 

Finding your pleasure in pain of the others 
Domination you can enforce 
Because I refuse this state 
This human nature which chains up to eternal mediocrity 
You think I'm deranged, affected by disease 
Psychotic as if I was blind to the world 
Blind to the world 

I just wait my rebirth in a superior entity 
To all these creeping larva, reminiscent of naught