I'll strike it if i don't like it
Give me a crowd and then we'll have ourselves a riot
I'm a monkey with a brick on my shoulder,
And i'm getting bolder

Let's deny, and in vain,
Let's destroy and re-create a billion strains
And when the joke of poverty's majority is upon us
Grovel and decry our vanity

Disgraced to face our own humanity
In a world that mocks our tragedy

Under-aware and impaired
Terrified by nature's fucking stare
Hear our voices significance behind our animal kin?
On which we're to defend such vanity

Isolated with our own amenity
Entangled by our cowled gravity
Disgraced to face our own humanity