Useless - Noothgrush

Useless human mind, searching for control

Forced a weak creation into existence

Gave it human form, such a tiny mind

Then he wrote the words, «Ignorance is bliss»

First, this God punished, then it turned its cheek

Now it turns its back on the suffering

No one asks why.

Man is his own tormentor

He looks to the sky for help

He''s punished by God''s self-hatred, for man is his god himself