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

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 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?