I need a new place
New skin and a new face
A new race to take place what burns bright white with hate
And they say I\'m just a shade too light
to be right about lives I know only with sight
Doubt what I say, for I\'m about to be made
out to hate slaves of our great former days
And you\'re sure when you see me that I must believe
I am thee most supreme being, Lord of My Species
Give it a twirl, this world of deceiving