اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Out of the dirt and up on our legs
We used to crawl but that's hardly changed
Raped our sisters
Had our way with them
Ruled that we should rule
Called ourselves men
Invented poetry
Impaired it with fame
Killed the poet to usurp his name
Distorted philosophy to further war
Man's greatest feat would enslave us all
Oh, how we love the shackles when we control the chains
Destroy the man
Death to death
Conceived the structures
Made up the rules
To our benefit we defined the tools
Worshipped ourselves and our own kind
Molded history in our design
Let's destroy his story too
Let's destroy and start something new
Destroy the man
Death to death
