Scornful of the Motives and Virtue of Others Lyrics

Rest assured
This is sincere
This is trueLet this be my writ of misanthropy
To a thankless world of men
Who have perfected nothing
Save the art of accusationWoe is he that feels compelled to pen
Even one word of hatred
I know the hate within passion with which I love is a travesty
Let this writ acknowledge these factsHow I miss the warmth of red blood
The color of pitch is cold and hard
And its merciless to the tenderheartedHow I miss the strength of red blood
Its susceptibility to burn jet
And the might to withstand a brutal scorchingHow I have learned to wield this scorched, jet blood
To the gross advantage
This blood must not go to waste
All is not yet lostTake these words of blood ill-tempered
Take these words and
Lut deep, lacerate the soiled flesh

Impact the brittle boneAnd we all will bleed together
May this blood pave the way to solutionWe have all been so wrong
Conditioned to accept and approve of substandard
Communication and behavior
Reason is cloudingHearts are hardening
And the result is murder
This age is grave bound
Likewise its aging successorsAging, all the while, descending
Developing an even more insatiable thirst for chaos
Life among hyenas and asps under vultures
That pick at the corpses of the fallenAnd man will continue to suffer unto itself
Until some stand to rally the fray by firm exampleChaos must succumb to order
Lest these days be numberedI cannot contribute to disarray
I simply cannot relateLet this be my act of defiance
Let this be my refusal to fit in
Let this be my writ of anthropy