This is the day of rape
Molest the masses of their hope
Cause them to bear the stain
Their dreams will lie betrayed

Standing elite and above
Looking down on insect minds
Rapture fears are for the feeble
The lest of these we despise

What of us the meek and weary
Who will bear our yoke
We the weak and heavy laden
Who will give us rest

Sympathy is a disease
Pity is true self denied
Epicurean need
There is only me and mine

Aristocratic eyes
Seeing all, knowing none
Oblivious to their pain
Devoid of comion

Have I suffered a lifetime in vain
Is there paradise waiting for me
A place where I am free of tyranny
Ascent of the fallen

Master and slave will be the same
When in the grave they lie
Heaven will come, the dead will rise
Ascent of the fallen

Have I suffered a lifetime in vain
Is there paradise waiting for me
A place where I am free of tyranny
Ascent of the fallen