HybristophiliaThe illusion is in the motionAggravating this solstice situationInsect in lifestyle and formI wonât bow to your charmsNor to your godsOpinions that kills, subtly enforcing politics of human wastesSpawning new pre-digested unhealthy iconsThe mixture of endorphin and adrenalinMy skin is now turning liquidI carve my name, on my soilThis is my land, where you donât belongYour approach has nothing seductiveI nullify your rightLeave this placeYouâre no champions of fireSee what happened? Thousand deaths and millions left soulless