Pixelated

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