We Wear The Gimp Mask Lyrics - Circle Of Dead Children

At the peak of evolution's tower we perch 

and glare downward toward the understrappers below 

Unable to see all the way to the bottom 

Unable to care even if we could 

Poverty and disease flourish around the foundation of our creation 

And how great are we? 

Great enough to lift our noses to the skies 

as existence crumbles around us from the ground up 

How great are we?