Vermin Songtext
von The Amenta

Ideas about origin of the fucking strike
You are all forced comfortably numb
You are animal, claim to be human
But you are trying to reach the ideal

You are primitive design
Nothing but basic, just a final, sleep reflex
You are vermin, a creature of impulse
Fucking and breeding, there is only action

Humanity is nothing but a yearning beast
Wagered battle, desiring refinement
But primitive brats, who are refined beasts
Pulling the gutter, we sexual stars

Nature cannot be rejected
Constant and unburdened, can be tempered
In every little struggle, in everything out of reach
Every distant goal, there′s something human
(Something human)


You are vermin
Nothing but a short base reflex
When it's all so insignificant
You don′t have what it takes to rise
You are vermin
You are vermin

When it's all so aimless
When there are no goals
When it's all just reaction
There is nothing human
When everything is goalless
When it′s all so aimless
When there are no goals
There is nothing human

Think, what do you consider important?
What are your goals? Are you content?
You can choose to be a pig in shit
Or something almost human

You are primitive design
Nothing but basic, just a final, sleep reflex
You are a vermin, a creature of impulse
Fucking and breeding, there is only reaction
Liberation


You are vermin
Nothing but a short base reflex
When it′s all so insignificant
You don't have what it takes to rise
You are vermin
You are vermin
You are vermin