you're a fraud, you're a pseudo
checking Google just to have a clue though
you take things from others to claim as your own
rejoicing in the splendour of your stolen throne
it won't be long so rest your legs
before you're taken down all the pegs
left on the floor where you began
life is a cycle, your course is ran

imitating, but not quite able
to shine the light, you're just a fable
you had a chance, took someone else's plans
but you'll find that they'll slip right out of your hands
back into those of the rightful owner
the cycle of life, the egg and the soldier

what makes us laugh the most
is the way you can't even see your ghost
it's before you today, bright and clear
will be the same next week, as it was last year
never a person you'll really be
busy fighting shadows, you won't break free

this might be confusing, might be understood
might send a shiver coursing through your blood
might make you question "am I really that good?"
the truth is you're not and you never were
you're about as much use as a racial slur
on your mind this will play
until the coming of that inevitable day
the day you're back laid on the floor
looking for another to open a door

all that you know and all you've been told
you thought it would lead you to mountains of gold
all you ever had to be
was true to you, true to me
no longer able to carry your load
i'm laughing above you, on the high road

That is really good.

Oh I love this. And it's so true...haters always gonna hate...