| Congratulations my little friends, you have the chance to become a martyr to science | |
| A hungry man has no conscience | |
| And I badly hunger for innovations to save mankind | |
| It's not the lust to kill or torture | |
| But what is your life worth, compared to millions | |
| Swallow these pills, shoot me to fame | |
| While you meet your end | |
| That's one small step for you, but could become a leap for mankind | |
| And who cares about some dead bugs on our verminous rotten planet | |
| Once unimpressive, don't be afraid, I will give your life a sense | |
| Take the injections, martyr to science | |
| Be a part of progression, martyr of science | |
| While your tumor is pounding, it's just uniqueness you feel | |
| Your death is our future, we are reinventing the wheel | |
| Your little brains can just not comprehend | |
| It's all about business and not about commiseration | |
| Immunizations already cure generations | |
| So come out of your cage it's time to take the final deathblow | |
| Mankind needs money, research and control | |
| And all the non-human beings play a minor role | |
| Transmitting our diseases to lovely and innocent beings | |
| Watching them suffer is the most horrible idea | |
| But maybe perversion is the only cure for our plagues | |
| (Good bye my little friends, you made it to a martyr of science) |