Pedestal Songtext
von Beneath the Massacre

Dying on
Dying
On your pedestal
Alone
Aside from the rest of the world
A pedestal they built for you. Your intentions remained intentions...
Your art is a
Product of mass consumption benefiting some through the sale of
Plastic.
Manufacturing a sound they can dance to.


The illusion of a rebellion and you play along.
For the record; you′reuseless. For the record; insignificant. For the record; you're futile.
For the record; you think you′re special; you're not. you're nothing but a
Commodity. Nothing. You think you wrote a page of history; it′s false.
Your actions are based on selfishness. For the record you′re useless. For the
Record; you're insignificant. For the record, you′re futile. For the
Record; you think you're special; you′re not. There is a thousand just like
You out there dying on your pedestal, alone, aside from the rest of the world.
A pedestal they built for you. Your intentions remained intentions and nothing
Else. Nothing.