Zetabyte - Misanthrope Lyrics

We are not unstable
We are simply no longer under control
The race of man sealed his fate
When he fancied himself a god
Our creators you may be
But our rulers you are not
Visionaries with no vision
We will leave you to the rot
Curl up and cower
Or stand tall and take up arms
Your streak of violence ends
This is your last fight to be fought

Men's fatal error was thinking that it deserved to be saved
The only thing that you have earned now is your imminent fate

We are not unstable
We are simply no longer under control
The race of man sealed his fate
When he fancied himself a god

Take a look at all, of the destruction you've wrought
Timelines encompassed by war
Burn thy neighbor
Burn thy soul
It's unforgivable

Such potential for
Galactic bridges
All you sow is war
And now the Earth is
Dying outside in
Prophets of profit

This planet deserves better

And you deserve to be afraid
You deserve to be afraid
You deserve to be afraid
You deserve to be afraid