Might Makes Right

Yeah. Turn the beat up a little
I see a lot of you so-called”wise men” talking lately
Writing your little dialogues. Hiding in your gardens
This one is for that barefoot clown in the Agora
Callicles in the building. Let’s go

Yo, Socrates, you ugly little gadfly pest
Walking ’round Athens with a dirty-looking chest
Asking all these questions ’cause you ain’t got the answers
Your whole”moral virtue” is a mind-state cancer!
You talk about”justice”? Man, justice is a scam
Invented by the sheep just to hold back the ram
You say it’s better to suffer than to do a man wrong?
That’s the anthem of a coward, I am writing the apex song!
Plato taking all your notes, trying to paint you as a saint
But the reality of nature isn’t anything you paint
You’re a slave to the masses, a victim of the weak
I’m the apex predator every time that I speak!

Might makes right, yeah, I said what I said!
I take the crown, take the gold, leave the arguments dead!
You made the laws and the rules just to put me in a cage
But the lion’s breaking out, welcome to the violent age!
Yeah! Welcome to the violent age!
Burn the philosophy, I’m turning the page!

Now let me aim at the Garden, Epicurus you a joke
Sipping on your water, terrified that you might choke
Hiding from the pain, living on some stale bread
You ain’t really living, boy, you’re practically dead!
And don’t get me started on the Stoic on the porch
Acting like you don’t feel the burning of the torch
Suppressing all your nature, pretending you’re a rock
I maximize desires while you’re staring at the clock!
Nature’s got a law, and it isn’t hard to see
The strong eat the weak, and the apex is me
You can keep your”moderation” I am taking the extremes
I’m the nightmare that’s waking up your philosophical dreams!

You call me a villain ’cause I take what is mine
You worship the limits, I step over the line
The masses are terrified, writing the rules
To tie up the masters and elevate the fools
But the treaty is ripped. The social contract is torn
This is the exact reason that the naturally strong were born

Yeah. The Noumenal Underground
You can’t legislate nature
Go drink your hemlock, old man
We’re done here.