Lirieke: And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead. The Century of Self. Insatiable (Part 2).

Mourn as a nation, rule as a mob
Kill for an insult so slight
The further they plummet, the blinder they are
Each one believing they're right

I'm the monster, I exist

On this summit I am lost
On its slopes I've seen
The world as she was meant to be seen.