Pedestal

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.