The Scorpion and the Frog

Zimbardo Milgrams!

Open up, the archives of pain, repeat the same mistakes that have been made.

Hammer in the screws and screw in the nails! Blood alone, oils the wheels

A species congregated on the second throne.

The nature of power, the warning, Cicero!

Prime time engineers of our own extinction, child like they get our undivided attention.

One last setting sun, one more turn of the carousel.

One more chance, to prove causality wrong,

the road to hell, paved with good intentions, dystopias, of our own invention!

Mystery, Babylon the great! Mother of prostitutes, abominations of the Earth!

She lay before the continents, the woman with seven heads.

She presented herself to man and man revealed his nature...

Animals, who dreamt of being men, abandon all hope, worship sensation.

Animals, who dreamt of being men

Autonomy, bleeds from our veins!

The future, slips through our fingers.

Animals, who dreamt of being men, we men, who were animals!

One last setting sun, one more grain in the hourglass,

one more chance to prove Nietzsche wrong!

The road to hell, paved by the ghosts of Europe,

utopias of the liberal imagination.

Liberty, America the brave! Home of the endless seas, the harbinger of the end!

She lay before the continents, the woman with seven heads.

She presented herself to man and man revealed his nature

Mystery, Babylon our queen of queens!

All hail! Mystery, liberty! All hail (America the brave), Babylon our queen of queens!