“I have no faith in human perfectibility.
I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active – not more happy – nor more wise, than he was 6000 years ago.”

Lost in our anger, lonely in our might
We’re crawling towards darkness, like a thief in the night
In this world of shadows where demons reside
We paint a smile upon our face with hate we hide
Time was up when the wiseman died 6000 years ago