The Ants

[Illume]

I'm the evil bastard baskin' with a hazard mask and a cape,
Mathematically equating gas attacks, caskets, laughin' and hate,
I'm happily fashioning fate; dismantling this race,
Egos follow the smoke to the skies and dissipate.
Open your eyes to the terror, the hatred, resentment,
It's this world's error that causes this plot, malevolence.
Take an expedition to this demolition, while I fly on suppressants,
And distinguish the fingers from the torso piles that are present.
Decimation of the nations, massacre master demolishment, slaughter,
Extermination of faces, mothers, brothers, whores and daughters,
The sins of the father obliterated the sons,
These motherfuckers scamper, it's human's habit to run.
These ants, repugnant pawns existent for the purpose of ONE,
It's calamitous, damnable, vile, villainous .. fun.