Whitechapel

Why have a plan for humanity when you haven't done anything yourself
If I were you I'd run and hide because a beautiful darkness has arrived
The one you call father is dead and gone, I slit his throat
Resurrected him and did it again
This bitter world is in my hands
No false pretentiousness son of man will inhibit the structures I've devised
Beneath the clouded smoke, beneath the acid rain
The tombs of a fallen race are revived and reprogrammed to hate
Reprogrammed to hate
Why have a plan for humanity when you haven't done anything yourself
If I were you I'd run and hide because a beautiful darkness has arrived
The one you call father is dead and gone, I slit his throat
Resurrected him and did it again
These drones of hell will rid the smell of putrid human failure
Man is his own worst enemy