Return
Inhuman
Music and lyrics by Patrick J. Morris, DVM, DACZM as "n of one"
Who you dissin? Stupid Inhuman,
Shit for brains is easily remedied,
By removing your head from your ass.
And what you makin?
You cunning Inhuman,
Weapons of mass destruction,
For the highest-bidding mad man?
And who you killin?
Sadistic Inhuman,
While a smile surely hides the malice inside,
The blood stains remain on your hands.
And what you takin?
Greedy Inhuman,
Sellin your babies,
Bilkin old ladies,
Lawyers in court,
Atheletic sport,
Hollywood fame,
Political gain,
Salesman pitch,
Gold-digging bitch,
Stealin from friends,
Where will it end?
Where will it end?
Where will it end?
Inhuman.
And so what you doin?
Apathetic Human?
You've been lulled into pious lassitude,
Divided by racist attitude,
Distracted in your digital interlude,
And blinded by fanatic platitude,
And by ignoring the tennants of brotherhood,
You join the swelling ranks of,
The Inhuman.
Brutality has beaten a path for you,
Ignorance has purchased the plot for you,
Hatred has dug the grave for you,
And now the hell you created beckons to you,
As we harken the new eera of,
The Inhuman.
We are the human race, we are mankind,
Dancing blind on a razor's edge,
A precipice on either side,
Are we the so-called sentient,
Stewards of Mother Earth,
Or the folly of Creation racing toward,
Annihilation.