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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.

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