Lyrics Pedestal - Beneath The Massacre

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