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The Prototype
Just the latest model rolling off
An assembly line of sensationalized hype
Always consumed, forever entombed by
Your own hysterical tripe
As you continue to dig a deeper hole
Fill it to the rim with what you stole
From what others have grown
You continue to pluck fruit that is ripe
While I am my own
Can't see how unnecessary it is
To be more than ordinary in this biz
Public perceptions you manipulate
With what you imitate
Whatever you can clone
You are
Out of control
While I am
The original
You are
Sensationalized hype
I remain
The Prototype
Poison the reputation of yet another
An altogether predictable story
No extent to greed as you supercede others
On your path to rock star status and glory
Do you feel any more whole?
How many identities will you steal
Before you have sold your soul?
Reaping what others have sown
In your attempts to control
While I am my own
This neverending public relations game
On stage where you have staked your claim
Reveling in the spotlight shone
Revealing what has come to be known
Your blatant lack of shame
You lose
All self control
While I am
The original
You're still
Hysterical tripe
And I remain
The Prototype
If you were to be yourself
It would be a rarity
There would be no question
Regarding your sincerity
Can't even see that you are your own worst enemy
Forever indebted to your own self serving charity
Nothing left but a caricature, a parody of yourself
And no one else
You are out of control
Full of bullshit and hysterical tripe
The latest model of sensationalized hype
I am my own
What you tried and failed to clone
Deep inside, what you've feared, what you've always known
Forever the Prototype
An assembly line of sensationalized hype
Always consumed, forever entombed by
Your own hysterical tripe
As you continue to dig a deeper hole
Fill it to the rim with what you stole
From what others have grown
You continue to pluck fruit that is ripe
While I am my own
Can't see how unnecessary it is
To be more than ordinary in this biz
Public perceptions you manipulate
With what you imitate
Whatever you can clone
You are
Out of control
While I am
The original
You are
Sensationalized hype
I remain
The Prototype
Poison the reputation of yet another
An altogether predictable story
No extent to greed as you supercede others
On your path to rock star status and glory
Do you feel any more whole?
How many identities will you steal
Before you have sold your soul?
Reaping what others have sown
In your attempts to control
While I am my own
This neverending public relations game
On stage where you have staked your claim
Reveling in the spotlight shone
Revealing what has come to be known
Your blatant lack of shame
You lose
All self control
While I am
The original
You're still
Hysterical tripe
And I remain
The Prototype
If you were to be yourself
It would be a rarity
There would be no question
Regarding your sincerity
Can't even see that you are your own worst enemy
Forever indebted to your own self serving charity
Nothing left but a caricature, a parody of yourself
And no one else
You are out of control
Full of bullshit and hysterical tripe
The latest model of sensationalized hype
I am my own
What you tried and failed to clone
Deep inside, what you've feared, what you've always known
Forever the Prototype
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