The stench of humankind reeks of hatred, malice, corruption and greed*
You're the infection, the plague, the epidemic that poisoned the child, defiled the slaves.
Worthless servant to the coin, polluting all in your path
Wealth is a crude religion condemning you to a life of treachery.
Traitor, you betrayed us all, even the kings will fall.
Don't mistaken what you've done to me. You're all full of lies.
I will be your defeat, will be your demise.
Money hungry swine, how can you put a price on your pride?
Repress your possessions and end this obsession
Few can be praised without falsehood.
Wealth is no measure of man, but a scope into their ability
to corrupt and betray, divulge and decay their souls.
You're the miscreated ones and I despise you
Traitor, you betrayed us all, even the kings will fall
Misery's Miscreation, you will be our demise
I have lost all faith in humanity, fueled by corruption hate and greed.
Forsaken is the ground we tread, for we are the walking dead.
You are misery's miscreation