This is the publicity of reputation
Masses clinging to a vacant infatuation
The content conspires with a devious deception
As the catalyst to this god-like apparition  
Illuminated humanity cast into perfection
Swiftly ascending towards a fixated reception
  
Is that profundity pouring from quotation?
Or just a rhythmic scheme lacking inquisitions?  
  
  
  
'' He's the one, who likes all our pretty songs....But he knows not what it means.''  - Nirvana, In Bloom