I'm the shallow, the superficial
I'm the common man
Faithless, narrow minded
Indifferent, impassive

A sycophantic leech
Tantamount to disintegrity
I'm the vulture
Feeding on malignancy

I'm the sin
The lecherous sneering at prostration
Wallow in disease
I rejoice at degradation

I yawn at misery
Spit at others happiness
An advocate of manipulation
I embrace the sickening

I'm the lost, I'm average
I'm common, I'm infection
I'm human, I'm common

A worm thriving in seas of disgust
I'm common
The mouth licking what you've bled
I'm common

I'm the pampered degenerate
I indulge my inclinations
The only words to my attention
Are those that I my self create

Disorder
Chaos

I debar all order, repudiate all purity
Infatuated by contentment
I laugh at lies, come behold
The sickness in my common human eyes

I'm the greed, the cynic
I'm the indifferent gaze
Mendacity, betrayal
This is not a phase

Ebullient with human filth
Here I am, here I stay
Flourishing in our disgrace
Blessed be the human way

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): FREDRIK THORDENDAL, TOMAS HAAKE