We don't know, and we can't tell, the capacity a human holds for insanity.

Drown in temptation throughout the day.
Take what you want, it's OK!
Don't pay attention to what they say.
Survival is a pleasurable thing.

Don't just grab what you need.
Take it all! Hell, don't leave anything!

The strong are nourished, while the weak have perished.
Enthralled with riches, as we cast our friends down ditches.
Slay a man, and refute the blame.
It's ok, it's all ours to claim.

If we can't face the shame, it's all the same, deadlocked in vain, it's too late to change.
A walk in your mind, the horror they find.
Following in your convictions, it's too late for restrictions.

Lost yourself, once again, can't even, remember when.
How it must feel, to crawl along battlefields.
Death is normal, love is feared, murderers are revered, the victims are everywhere.

The constant confliction does arise, kept along the path to a black sunrise.
Rioting against fate, late at night, embodied by pure hate, only deepening the regret held...