Pedestal - Beneath The Massacre

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