| Song | We Wear the Gimp Mask |
| Artist | Circle of Dead Children |
| Album | Human Harvest |
| At the peak of evolution's tower we perch and glare downward toward the understrappers below | |
| Unable to see all the way to the bottom | |
| Unable to care even if we could | |
| Poverty and disease flourish around the foundation of our creation | |
| And how great are we? | |
| Great enough to lift our noses to the skies as existence crumbles around us from the ground up | |
| How great are we? |