Cursed with taking a lesser form Destined to be the downtrodden An exploitation of power What makes you feel A disconnection so completely removed What last moment resides No last look up to the sky And we all realise there is a choice to be made But taking life is not your fucking choice to make And their nerves feel pain As their blood is being drained to serve you An exploitation of power What makes you feel A disconnection so completely removed What last moment resides No last look up to the sky We are devils in their eyes And everything you know Fades in some way over time But how are we still clutching to the past Like we depend on it for life Centuries of misuse Unjustified abuse And just because we have the means to dominate It doesn't grant us the right We are devils in their eyes