Unworthy sculptors Poor young knives They'll do what they're told Lost Unwanted sculptors Poor young knives They'll do what they're told Lost souls never realized ♪ Unworthy sculptors Poor young knives They'll do what they're told Lost Unworthy sculptors Poor young knives They'll do what they're told Lost souls never realized ♪ Still I see the blues in sky In moments of idiocracy Only to be pierced by statues six feet high Monuments of mediocrity ♪ Never Never fully realized ♪ Idols existing, breathing, six feet deep You can cheat, steal, lie, live your life But you could never be me