My Own Grave

Since dawn of time we have evolved from ape to man to predator.
As we rape the land that gave us birth,
infestering our planet with unending thirst.
Another page in history, another year goes by.
We age, we learn, we reproduce, a journey to damnation.
From sword and axe to armored tanks, well genocide's improved,
god seems nothing but a scapegoat from weakness born, obeyed by fools.
Has all the reason lost? If not, can you explain
why you remain the fool, why you deny the blame?
I'm laughing at your heaven, I'm living in your hell
where sanity's rejected, where stupidity is bliss.
And so I betray the light, I refuse the poison,
I choose the left hand path!
this time I won't be begging,
I won't be digging the hole to my own fucking grave!
It seems you never listen, never understand,
filthy, rooted deep, in filthy, holy ground.
I've built my world on reason, I've built my world on truth.
Your shepherd is dead and your herd is dying too.