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 it's been going for too long

For there are greater ideals

But yet you’re still romancing overtaking 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