I kill it just because I can
Power corrupts and absolute power swallows all
The driven ego pushed to overdrive beyond the wall
The garden planet is a place to tend not strip to bare
Modernity made tyrants whose wealth created deep despair
And when they have all that they want they must kill the king
Upon their walls the pelts of angels and the songs of spring
Inside their hearts love is a shipwreck on uncharted land
Their mantra blazing lights I kill it just because I can
The hunter gatherers are monsters on a terror trail
Their boasts of conquests covers wildlife in a mourning veil
How can they stand in pride above the rarest beasts?
Their moral famine kept apart from obscene bloody feast
And when they have all that they want they must invent new pain
Upon their walls the pelts of angels for their beauty slain
Inside their hearts the depths are plumed we’ll never understand
The devil’s calling card I kill it just because I can.
Original written work of Richard Bell
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