Just try your best to say
(What you wanted was on display)
Half the World's disgusting fate
(Made from parts you borrowed, that should have been thrown away)
Gates, golden
A bus full of skulls
Tracks, of polished sheen
Loquacious souls
Take something you love
And turn it into metal shards
An artist you will truly be
When creation is skewed to profitability
A Hope of statement, denied by investment
An Item of such worth is an item of warped birth
The suffering of many souls
In a factory of ash