There are robots on planet mars
Running on special wheels
Taking pictures of purple scars
Sending them back to please

There’s no light in the deepest seas
Fishes will find their way
They don’t need to hide from themselves
They just follow the sway

There’s a beetle upon the step
Of the stone temple stairs
It will never go up or down
Its world is nearly square

There’s some hydrogen in the sun
That’s why it feels so hot
It will swell out in a red dress
To end up as a dwarf

Pack up the things you need
Drive in the countryside
Look for the perfect place
Forget the things you like
Replace the things you want
Wipe out the human race
Turn it inside out
And let me see what’s in the cocoon, maybe turn it upside down
And let it open underground

There are monkeys on planet earth
Feeling shorter of breath
Sometimes they gather inside a room
A smell each other to death

Turn it upside down
And let it blossom underground
Turn it upside down
And let it blossom underground
The misanthropist
The misanthropist