Hidden Genocide

I try to assert myself, I seek to dominate
The end justifies the means, I will be merciless
I hold the ability to destroy, I have the power to kill
The end justifies the means, I will design some disease.

What's a nation, what's a continent?
What's a fellow, what is a people? ...Nothing but livestock
What is ethics, what's morality?
What's altruism, what's humanism? ...Nothing but sterile thoughts.

There's no struggle
No resistance
No guerrillas
Just illusions.

There's no peace
No negotiation
No mediation
Just a hidden genocide.

This underdeveloped continent, deserved only one thing
To die in despicable ways, and leave me its wealth
Imagine a virus, and people degenerating
Over three generations, imagine a virus.

Crude physical and mental alterations
Your behavior deteriorating, your instincts more debase
Your eating habits changing, you will fading out
All that makes you human disappearing, you're turning into a pig.

Your face's shaping your background
To gorge yourself and laze around, suce are your motivations
Man's caricature, even your pride gets lost
In the gaping bodies of your ripped open brothers.