We are the Monsters of Consiousness
What we do is evil.
We can't see what is best for us,
Fighting like the devi.

We build and create, hating all we do,
People, what are they to us,
What am I to you?
Our creations made to destroy that's our lust.

And what do we gain in the end
Other than destruction?
Planes, Tanks, Guns...that's our fun
Our destructine nation.

Hating everything you do,
Hating all about you
One of the very few,
I'm nothing like you!