Blind leading blind, contemptuous minds You can't look me in the eyes And say you're well intentioned, no, I'm not surprised You want a music scene That lives in perfect harmony But treat us like we're freaks A genre anomaly All that you're becoming Is only self-defeating Preach inclusivity But it's really not your thing How do you find the nerve to try, the means to justify The snide remarks, the prideful smile? You never say hello When you see me out at shows It's arrogance, we know Insecurities exposed I had all the crooked puzzle pieces Balled up in my fist I didn't want to admit they wouldn't fit Turning away genuine speak Will this be your legacy? (No one else exists in your twinkly fantasy) Will this be your legacy? (No exerted efforts are as valuable as yours) Will this be your legacy? (No expenditure of energy) Will this be your legacy? (With any worth, or anything) "Brotherhood", family Inflated egos, faked beliefs A self-serving hierarchy Of demigod wannabes Rotting from the inside, don't blame the little guys Rotting from the inside, don't blame the little guys