Call me god If you believe in the faulty It is the patrons who follow in the shadows of forgery That have since clawed at the heels through their own cecity This is the worship of mavericks The way you pay your wage for the taste of the fame It is the bane of our desires And its been going for too long
For there are greater ideals But yet you're still romancing over taking what you can't reach It's so pathetic how you've been living Through the visions of someone else
They are nothing more than what's made of you and I The pedestal, it's placed above the sky Do you wish that you were granted this, A life composed of inscience
You seek the elation? The fix of novelty at your demand I want to break right through this worthless investment You seem to deem as something real I see you're infatuated But l can still not see the value in this idolization
The self-made are the members who will rule this land Synthetic deities will not fool me
Stay away and don't return until you find yourself So realize the path you've chosen to takeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
