Hybristophilia The illusion is in the motion Aggravating this solstice situation Insect in lifestyle and form I won't bow to your charms Nor to your gods Opinions that kills, subtly enforcing politics of human wastes Spawning new pre-digested unhealthy icons The mixture of endorphin and adrenalin My skin is now turning liquid I carve my name, on my soil This is my land, where you don't belong Your approach has nothing seductive I nullify your right Leave this place You're no champions of fire See what happened? Thousand deaths and millions left soulless