Success Is... (Hanging by the Neck)

What do you think makes a man take his own life with his own hands?
When tomorrow ends today, what a glorious day it'll be
Man has succeeded in mass destruction
Man has exceeded its capacity here on earth

Goddamn this world and everything ravaging it

Ah, yes, success
It's hanging by the neck
This tyranny has gone on for far too long
Reparations are now demands

Humankind rides a pale horse, the taker of lives
The gears of a giant monopolized mind, a self-propelled death machine

An internal wasteland
Every human being that now stands
No remorse and no recourse
There's no turning back, this is a holocaust now

A mortal sin
Total control of the end
On top of the chain of life
Exhibiting total control

Had we stayed lichens, had intellect not have been
A paradise this would be

This is what you made
This is what you helped create
Craftsman of hell on earth
How can you live with yourself?

Begin voluntary human extinction
No better time than
Now
What do you think makes a man? And can it be destroyed?