F*** all these complacent sheep
Chasing after every prize
Begging at the masters' feet
Happy to ostracize
F*** all those who will not see
And further than the mirror's lies
F**** you and your vanity
It's too late, we're out of time
To stand idly by and wait
So why don't you take this chance
And find a place to
Feast on the wealth of your self-indulgence?
While the meek and the worthy
Change this world again
Gnawing away at your precious elegance
I hope that you like the taste
For there you shall stay lost
~Rishloo