Chorus Of The Dissimilar - Shai Hulud

Gather all we cynics and outcasts

Bastard line of the insensate kindred

Monolithic

We are what won’t sway in the wind

We do not fall

As we feel deeply and think long

We give rise to compassion

This is how we trouble ourselves

In the mockery of flesh

This is dissimilar

Here malcontents are made

Wrought forth in the hammering of the human spirit

A rising of iconoclasts to disunite those bonded in apathy

Here malcontents are made

Skeptical of the ascension of man

All embattled we cynics and outcasts

Raze and reshape the accepted social order for total re-humanization

I am a cynic and an outcast

A human affront to inhuman beings