I learnt a hard truth on humanity Bitterly and there became much bitterness All they have is flesh Flesh in their brain except brain All it craves is chaos It is filled when it's about freedom But it is hungry when it's about chains Even though it is rotting So their flesh is from inside from outside And every core of it is rotting Rot rot rot and it is all they have With their broken neural pathways Storms they create They torn apart themselves They will end up in void They knew it all the time But their hunger never fulfills Not even in their worst or best times. And the thing remains is Only the flesh screaming in void Endlessly and vanished in it.