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 take