Pedagogy for the (Worthless) Masses

I can see through your lamb's eyes
Begging for a culture of commoners
I can see your so coward methods
And the fake democracy you put to work
You sink the golden rocks in mud
You crowd an ambiance with hypocrisy
And I have to breath the smoke
The dirt you expel in front of me
My innocence, my honesty, stabbed
Backstabbed by mediocre principles
Created by your own futile frustrations
Sleeping behind the caring face of you
But you can't reach my greatness
Face me, you admire the brains
You wish you could own me with words
You avoid the image of a lesson
Taught by the engineering of the worst
But also fear my hand, my size
Scare yourself because I've got it all
I terrorize your so called rational processes
I dig into your nightmares and become them
You won't overshadow my enormous me
Even if they dress their best
Or whore themselves out for the sake
Blind birds, blind students can't fly
Blind as your reasons for the attack
Scared by the threat of my sole presence
Because your miserable existence doesn't touch
The scum I was taught to be by you