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