turns out the light you stole wasn't bright enough to lead you away
from the dead end you were destined for
it burned out one night with a delicate whisper in the softest rain
and a look in her eyes
they crowned you king, like in a dream
but power's an unpredictable thing
now they're back to reclaim it
you invited everyone to this cerebral masquerade
but the turnout's less than you hoped for
you can't believe their interest in the life of the party could fade
but it diminishes until they watch you
break into a million pieces
when they see the mess that you've made
no one's gonna clean it
they crowned you king, like in a dream
but power's an unpredictable thing
now they're back to reclaim it
you can paraphrase every thought from antiquity
like they're your own
it seems intellectual but the posturing
is getting old
and the awkward phrasing of your borrowed ideas
has run its course
if only you'd recognized at the top
at the bottom is where you belong
you'll fade into obscurity thinking
'my god it should've been me'
but it's too late to change it

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