Unintended biological slaves Under perceptual distortion
Unperceptive dull creations Became too self aware Tailors of subjective reality They are no more than organic puppets Once the strings are cut, all fall down
A dark and cold universe of sorrow Under the immovable scythe
Accidental minions of greed Through cognitive deficiency
You can see how the worthless flawed premises Spin out in vain Into a tangled web of delusive conclusions