Blind leading blind, contemptuous minds

You can’t look me in the eyes

And say you’re well intentioned, no, I’m not surprised

You want a music scene

That lives in perfect harmony

But treat us like we’re freaks

Genre anomaly

All that you're becoming

Is only self-defeating

Preach inclusivity

But it's really not your thing

How do you find the nerve to try, the means to justify

The snide remarks, the prideful smile?

You never say hello

When you see me out at shows

It’s arrogance, we know

Insecurities exposed

I had all the crooked puzzle pieces

Balled up in my fist

I didn’t want to admit they wouldn't fit

Turning away genuine speak

Will this be your legacy?

(No one else exists in your twinkly fantasy)

Will this be your legacy?

(No exerted efforts are as valuable as yours)

Will this be your legacy?

(No expenditure of energy)

Will this be your legacy?

(With any worth, or anything)

Or anything

Brotherhood, family

Inflated egos, faked beliefs

A self-serving hierarchy

Of Demigod wannabes

Rotting from the inside

Don't blame the little guys