Among the roses where I stand, Torn and scratched disguised by blood, I watch the puppets stagger in their unlife Caught in the web of perplexity
I glorify myself I glorify myself for who I am I glorify myself I glorify myself for what I am
Screams of frustration echo While my feet walk across the shells of the damned In these realms of demise Where life seeks its mark
I glorify myself I glorify myself for who I am I glorify myself I glorify myself for what I am
Listen to my laughter High upon the wind I walk the path of my choice, Trampling those who seek to stand in my way
I glorify myself I glorify myself for who I am I glorify myself I glorify myself for what I am
A bright glowing star Shines almost invisible Down into the crypts in the city of worms Where life pursues in darkness
I glorify myself I glorify myself for who I am I glorify myself I glorify myself for what I am
This is my life And I rightfully praise myself for my accomplishments My intellect guides me As my life ceaselessly progresses
I glorify myself I glorify myself for who I am I glorify myself I glorify myself for what I am
What is hybris in a world that thrives on contempt? What is hybris in a world that fosters shame? What is hybris in a world where blind are made to lead? What is hybris in a world where abstinence is a deed? What is hybris in world where the fools are highly praised? What is hybris for a god in a world of the impaled? What is hybris for a god in a world that spews on strength? What is hybris in a world where virtue is repent?