Long gone was the past full of dreams come true

Long gone was the past that we once knew

Now is the present when the beauty of art has died

And the consumer wants only the opposite—the comforting lie

Altered was the knowledge of virtue, replaced with illusion

Dead was the creativity, ticked away by cliché

Dead was the driven plot, buried far away

Lost was the driven character, only seen for the tone of skin.

Never have I asked for forgiveness because I forever sin

Alive were they now, the sheep will be lost in confusion

Dead was the melody in the music to our ears

Vividly ridding us of our most troubling fears

Riddled with the vapid that holds no meaning

Riddled with the vapid that sparks no feeling

And last, is the consumer, blinded by this varied intrusion.