We don't stand on the backs of giants, we wade through an ocean of corpses.
Fallen titans that never understood what it meant.
Reaping more than they sew, leaving the landscape barren and void.
Sold their souls, devoured the consumer, now they lay and rot.
Their legacies long since forgotten, ignored by those who chose to move on.
We will never stand so far above the crowd.
The sea of bodies doesn't part before us.
The path we walk wasn't paved by stars.
You didn't pave my way.
We were never on the same page.