I try to assert myself, I seek to dominate

The end justifies the means, I will be merciless

I hold the ability to destroy, I have the power to kill

The end justifies the means, I will design some disease



What's a nation, what's a continent?

What's a fellow, what is a people? ...Nothing but livestock

What is ethics, what's morality?

What's altruism, what's humanism? ...Nothing but sterile thoughts



There's no struggle

No resistance

No guerrillas

Just illusions



There's no peace

No negotiation

No mediation

Just a hidden genocide



This underdeveloped continent, deserved only one thing

To die in despicable ways, and leave me its wealth

Imagine a virus, and people degenerating

Over three generations, imagine a virus



Crude physical and mental alterations

Your behavior deteriorating, your instincts more debase

Your eating habits changing, you will fading out

All that makes you human disappearing, you're turning into a pig



Your face's shaping your background

To gorge yourself and laze around, suce are your motivations

Man's caricature, even your pride gets lost

In the gaping bodies of your ripped open brothers