Unworthy sculptors
Poor young knives
They'll do what they're told


Lost
Unwanting

Souls never realized
Still I see the blues in sky
Even in moments of idiocracy
Only to be pierced by statues six feet high
Monuments of mediocrity

Never fully realized
Idols existing
Breathing
Six feet deep
You can cheat, steal, lie, live your life
But you could never be me