We're not that fast
We're not that strong
We're God's worst caste
Don't get me wrong
We may be smart
We may have books
We look the part
Earth's biggest crooks
We cut the trees
We kill the lands
We hook the seas
Our bloody hands
We're apes in clothes
We're flying pigs
We're who God chose
The ones He digs
We steal the fruits
We hoard the seeds
We are the brutes
That nature needs
We stain the sky
We strip the soil
We make earth cry
Her death's our toil
We're king of space
We're queen of stars
We're master race
The world is Ours
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