I'll leave my comments on your pollution
You can factor it in and leave my name to drift
I'll drop my thoughts on your methods
And you may continue to ignore them
In favor of what you want, as opposed to what you are
Something so relatively simple
Is so easily corrupted
And what does that make our entire concept?
An unoriginal oath without any promise
Thanks to us, who have made the cliche possible
Thanks to those who believed us in the first place
And now, when I focus on my singular self
I suppose I shouldn't set my sights to high
Because when I'm looking up
There's always someone nearby to break my knees for me.