Letra de The Misanthrope

Confined in a cell feed with dope Mankind is save from the misanthrope His weird disease made him choke Killing for air the misanthrope He chose their fate With wrath and hate He couldn't face The human race There is no cure, there is no hope His mind is obscure the misanthrope Slowly falling down the mental slope Until he reach the end the misanthrope Sickness Anger Envy Detest His spiteful mind Made him blind Complete insane He caused a lot of pain Now he's confined They'll try to cure his mind For him it's too late To obliterate His brain gets shrinked day by day Soon it all will fade away... Between his hand they lied shocked and terrified Just waiting to die... Sickness Anger Envy Detest There is no cure, there is no hope His mind is obscure the misanthrope Slowly falling down the mental slope Until he reach the end the misanthrope