Bathos and the Iconoclast

Bathos and it's dilettantes, bow down to the Iconoclast for it's all been
 Done before and I yearn to break the symmetry of you all.
 "We but yen to suffocate in this box," so they pride, stumbling towards the
 Morgue, clutching their instruments. Worthless clichés are their lives, so why
 Won't they die?
 Dive deep into the shallow grave dug by the hands of fools, but live not by
 Their simplicities, their precepts nor their rules.
 Bathos and it's dilettantes - mere copies of mere copies of mere copies of
 Absolute horseshit.