Engraved into the minds   A counterfeit scene consumed by its greed   We orchestrate this poem   A composition of complexity      Listen to me   The massive design of falsehood's ignorance   Look at the truth   The people consumed with nothing's emptiness   We're heaven sent   To salvage what's left of insignificance   No recompense   Simplicity's fault in the end      Time will come to get even    Watch those who falsify in vain   Self-righteous without reason   Now watch them cause themselves to fade      The aptitude   Of musicianship has grown to become void   Nonentity   A master of talent, treasured, now ignored   So what happened?   The ravenous gluttony of those we scorn   We'll take it back   Make sure that it never returns      Worn out by   Deficiency   When mediocrity has run its course we'll be there to defend   And from the depths we’ll stand above, alone