Being that which we are disease
Not working what is right but what we please
Like a self-righteous king thinks he owns all he sees
We punish the planet's peasants with our greed
Cockroaches applauding us the chosen seed
In our oneness and our wholeness
We need someone to feed us
To pet us and breed us
No species needs us
Mr. President there is no other way
Giggling and chiding us, waiting to see
The inevitable end of the human species
Carnivores and herbivores
All cannibals and hors d'oeuvres
The meat eaters wanna eat 'em
While the grass eater wanna starve 'em
All guilty of gluttony, tomfoolery and mutiny
Simplicity if not dormancy
Us roaches we will take care of you our own roachy way
Humans fancy the fantasy of their legacy
Monogamy, malignancy and treachery
We are the master race we're here to stay