The Virtue Of Elitism - Das Oath

Line up realigned, blank canvases, in wait at the museum

Gates to brag/complain, it’s all the same, you mummies

Will swallow your own dust and your permanent stay on

Display will go nowherevlest you forget we’re all

Unraveling in idealism’s bandages, twirling in it’s cozy

Tomb, you’ll succumb too, and all the reasons why you

Define what you choose will only make your fellow future

Relics hate you