Familiar pain buried under ground
I push it to the surface
Look upon what you have made
And feel ashamed
I blame only myself
If you can see then maybe you can hear
But you really just don’t care
Artistic value turns to nothing
As I have to deal with the dirt you are pushing.
          
Material emotions are just as worthless
as the dust that floats in your heart
I hate what I cant move
I leave what I don’t want to see
I hope you feel bad
But I know you are simply mean.