Fame is not what it once was
It did not do what it now does
The days of old are gone at last
For that which was has long since passed
Those who seek its key and door
Do not know what they’re fighting for
Expecting glee, they rush inside
And loneliness is all they find
They dream of being on a stage
But empty inkwells pen no page
An audience can not do good
If there’s no message understood
Long ago, we fought for pride
Yet now we all know, deep inside
That those who chase for naught but me
Seek nothing more than vanity
How the World Should Work 