among the roses where i stand,
torn and scratched disguised by blood,
i watch the puppets stagger in their unlife,
caught in the web of perplexity

i glorify myself
i glorify myself for who i am
i glorify myself
i glorify myself for what i am

screams of [bad word] echo,
while my feet walk across the shells of the damned
in these realms of demise,
where life seeks its mark

i glorify myself
i glorify myself for who i am
i glorify myself
i glorify myself for what i am

listen to my laughter,
high upon the wind
i walk the path of my choice,
trampling those who seek to stand in my way

i glorify myself
i glorify myself for who i am
i glorify myself
i glorify myself for what i am

a bright glowing star,
shines almost invisible,
down into the crypts in the city of worms,
where life pursues in darkness

i glorify myself
i glorify myself for who i am
i glorify myself
i glorify myself for what i am

this is my life,
and i rightfully praise myself for my [bad word] my intellect guides me,
as my life ceaselessly progresses

i glorify myself
i glorify myself for who i am
i glorify myself
i glorify myself for what i am

what is hybris in a world that thrives on contempt?
what is hybris in a world that fosters shame?
what is hybris in a world where blind are made to lead?
what is hybris in a world where abstinence is a deed?
what is hybris in a world where the fools are highly praised?
what is hybris for a god in a world of the impaled?
what is hybris for a god in a world that spews on strength?
what is hybris in a world where virtue is repent?