This is the day of rape Molest the masses of their hope Cause them to bear the stain Their dreams will lie betrayed Standing elite and above Looking down on insect minds Rapture fears are for the feeble The lest of these we despise What of us the meek and weary Who will bear our yoke We the weak and heavy laden Who will give us rest Sympathy is a disease Pity is true self denied Epicurean need There is only me and mine Aristocratic eyes Seeing all, knowing none Oblivious to their pain Devoid of compassion Have I suffered a lifetime in vain Is there paradise waiting for me A place where I am free of tyranny Ascent of the fallen Master and slave will be the same When in the grave they lie Heaven will come, the dead will rise Ascent of the fallen Have I suffered a lifetime in vain Is there paradise waiting for me A place where I am free of tyranny Ascent of the fallen