Mankind's Misanthropic Ambassador

In and out these worlds of mine

Travelling inside an ego-amplifying prism which shine

Casts of hologhraphic reflections of supposed greatness

Boasting prophets proclaiming self-containment

Well tear their skins and burn their bones

'Cause they're fathered by discrepancy and spat from most insecure loins

But trial and error is our way to grow

And in good human tradition the only way we know

Not that I embrace or even care to admit

To this quality innate to the slow moving aeons lying behind

As we're nature's first and dirty way to compute with meat

Making us the inadequate yet colourful race we are

And know us for what we are

Data transcribed into the flesh

One simple explanation for this delusional mess

Our inability to maintain true purpose

And take us for what we are

Rusty machinery left behind…

By an ever complexifying world

Always expanding itself in every way

Novelty moving together always

Time condensing, always accelerates

Beyond the point where human models break

And how I miss her, emotional being with light in her eyes

How she could make me forget all imperfection by her delicate ways

I shed her tears, I bear her fears

In all those years no one ever came so close

In showing me what we're really all about

What humanity's all about

That in spite of all deformation and neglect

We have the power to take this life in our hand

And lift it above all misery and pain

Through the love for another human being

But how far we journey out from this grace

Losing ourselves to the insatiable darkness meandering itself through our race

Always returning with less than when we left

An embarrassing nakedness in my multiplicity of self

Back in my crowded niche

Where I have to slam my head against white walls to get some peace

And in good human tradition can't decide

Whether to destroy or to construct