Dying on your pedestal, alone, aside from the rest of the
World. A pedestal
They built for you. Your intentions remained
Intentions...
Your art is a product of mass consumption benefiting some
Through the sale of
Plastic. Manufacturing a sound they can dance to.
The illusion of a rebellion and you play along. For the
Record; you're
Useless. For the record; insignificant. For the record;
You're futile.
For the record; you think you're special; you're not.
You're nothing but a
Commodity. Nothing. You think you wrote a page of
History; it's false.
Your actions are based on selfishness. For the record
You're useless. For the
Record; you're insignificant. For the record, you're
Futile. For the
Record; you think you're special; you're not. There is a
Thousand just like
You out there dying on your pedestal, alone, aside from
The rest of the world.
A pedestal they built for you. Your intentions remained
Intentions and nothing
Else. Nothing.
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