We, the shameless An excluded species Sitting in high thrones As self proclaimed masters Of a dying world We, spill their blood As we see fit Claiming their land as if ours Leaving their wounds open And worst of all without feeling guilt And worst of all without feeling guilt There is no language To excuse these atrocities Unleashed upon them Our fellow earthlings On which we prey We, the shameless, We see it all pass by We are killing ourselves And everything around us While dreaming of a fairytale end While dreaming of a fairytale end