Misanthropy

My eyes are revenue
The part of you
That holds together the lie

I am one of you
But I don't approve
I'm trying to sterilize

Back away from me, 'cause you can't feel
The heat upon my back
Substantially, related genes;
It burns the iron black

I can't stand you people
You're driving me insane
I can't stand the voices
The dead you make, they hang in chains

Uninterrupted, hopeful
That time will tell you're staple
Stability encratered--
Petrify, you two-timing hater

So precious, your movement
It adds up to nothing 'cause it's bullshit improvement
Cut me up and do away with me
It doesn't feel like it's worth it 'cause you're all just meat

Get away from me, 'cause you can't feel
The heat upon my back
Substantially, related genes;
It burns the iron black

"Hell is other people"
You're driving me insane
I can't stand the voices
The dead you make, they hang in chains

To hell with all you people
I don't care what you believe
You make me sick with what you're made of
Do you believe in misanthropy?