Plastic Crown

Sell your soul for something that makes you feel whole Problem child You might wanna get a pen and paper now It took me awhile to figure out But our only remedy's to live it loud, on the daily You see, our society is so basic So predicable and complacent They wanna sit back in their big fat chairs and scroll all day, Well take it, make your life their entertainment From your passion and displacement Keep your name in their face, and pain right at the surface Been told everyday for decades That this is a risky game to play I know, the price is high But the prize at stake is F.A.M.E. King Me! King Me! King Me! Take kerosene, let it burn right through your personality So those that said you'll never leave this place Will have to see your face every damn day on the big screen Maybe, you're appealing to the surface Level mindsets questioned purpose You can give your heart and soul But then it's sold for self importance, A writ of habeas corpus, with a performance of discordance From a daily charade I have made to just support this Been told everyday for decades That this is a risky game to play I know, the price is high But the prize at stake is F.A.M.E. Spill my guts, into rooms that are empty But wait and see the whole world in front of me Behold, with great renown I will leave this life wearing your plastic crown For all intents and purposes I come from wordless worthlessness From visceral disturbances I'll build a throne for me to sit Said the same damn thing for decades Make some noise or leave without a trace I know, the price is high But the prize at stake is F A M E So spill my guts, into rooms that are empty Wait and see the whole world in front of me I'll show everyone how I will leave this life wearing your plastic crown King Me! King Me...