Текст песни In Extremis - Fury

Unworthy sculptors
Poor young knives
They′ll do what they're told
Lost

Unwanted sculptors
Poor young knives
They′ll do what they're told
Lost souls never realized

Unworthy sculptors
Poor young knives
They'll do what they′re told
Lost

Unworthy sculptors
Poor young knives
They′ll do what they're told
Lost souls never realized

Still I see the blues in sky
In moments of idiocracy
Only to be pierced by statues six feet high
Monuments of mediocrity

Never
Never fully realized

Idols existing, breathing, six feet deep
You can cheat, steal, lie, live your life
But you could never be me