Mysanthropy Pt 1 (Far From The Real Sense Of Being)
Neochrome

I wonder at miscarried mankind
Is our presence justified?
I lost my belief in connection with it
At the sight of the emptiness
Sometimes I feel ashamed
Among living corpses without mind

No, you cannot see
Cannot hear, cannot feel
The problems which embitter me
'Cause you are just one
From the grey faceless crowd
You live in stench of ignorance

Pure Misanthropy
It's all because of you!

Most people in the world
Have never been so far
From the real sense of being
Like now...

No, I don't feel sorry
For men like you
I prefer holding you
In conpempt forever!

I feel, I understand the essence
But the meaningless existence
Of the sceptical people
Put obstacles in my way

Far from the real sense of being
Far from the real sense of being