Imperfect design
Brought into the light so we cannot deny
Flawed creatures always unwilling to fight
No point in it all when we know of our kind
Ashamed of our lives
I see them bury it so my hatred will rise
I wish I could pressure my finger
Pull the trigger
Eradicate all of human life

No excuses No lies
The nihilist breathes it was always I
I know I'm sick in this tortured mind
But I can't escape all I feel on the inside
So I embrace all it provides
Knowing full well utter hate would come into my life
I wish I could pressure my finger
Pull the trigger
Eradicate all of human life

There's always an ugly side
If we knew what's under our flesh we would be crucified
The sickness can't be purified
Stained on our being like symbiote or parasite
Denial is a way to thrive
Seen it all my fucking life
It feeds the hell we keep inside
Until the day that we eventually realize
We aren't perfection but incomplete until we die

Until we phase out
I am unsatisfied
Filled with doubt
I don't believe that we could ever repel
From our corruption that leaks into this hell
Until we phase out
I am unsatisfied, filled with doubt
The creatures that crawl start to rape themselves
Rot fills the air I inhale the smell

I'm a cockroach within the slime
Been this all my fucking life
Observing pain chained to time
In the gutter you can see the crime
Constantly dodging footsteps that will end your life

Observing hate in every form
Watching from the corners because no knows that I'm born
All I hear is the humans scream and mourne
A sound smothered out by the piercing of the thorn

In the light of day
Amongst filth and decay
You can find me wandering feeding off scraps as I observe everything

They bleed within the light
No one blinks
No one cries.
They suffer within time
As decay consumes the mind

Until we phase out, I am unsatisfied, filled with doubt
I don't believe that we could ever repel
From our corruption that leaks into this hell
Until we phase out
I am unsatisfied, filled with doubt
The creatures that crawl start to rape themselves
Rot fills the air I inhale the smell

Until we phase out
I am unsatisfied, filled with doubt.
Nihilistic tendencies within my mouth
I chew them down but can't spit them out
Until we phase out
I am unsatisfied, filled with doubt
Born of hate it became myself
I worship the place you all fear to dwell

But who am I to speak
A mere cockroach in the dirt
All I know suffering
But who am I to speak
A mere cockroach in the dirt
I deserve nothing
But who am I to speak
A mere cockroach in the dirt
A creature so disgusting
But who am I to speak a mere cockroach in the dirt
I believe in something

The world I see
Once a part of broken dreams
Watch the world become unclean
Validated by false beliefs
This cockroach will die
Leave behind a stain of life
Infecting those of fragile minds
Sickness spreads, Globalised