Waste of Time

[Verse 1] Salutations—spectacle, a sentient anomaly speaks, Pedestal resident with venom in the psalms that I preach, Polysyllabic sorcery, oscillating off of the beat, With a pocket so grotesque it’s like it’s coughing in sleep, Opulent posture, posture’s improper—awkwardly clean, A walking contradiction stitched in corduroy dreams, With a grin so vitreous it glistens and gleams, Like a villain in a flick where the script isn’t seen, I matriculate immaculate, faculty’s baffled at this, An elaborate apparatus of arrogance wrapped in a myth, Sycophantic satellites gravitate, glad to exist, I just delegate the effort, never handling it, bliss, Panoramic vanity, humanity’s blurred in the lens, I be branding every flaw as an emergent event, Ego’s obese—overfed, overbred, bloated with pride, If humility’s a river then I’m boating it dry [Hook] Divinity complex with a deficit in grace, Every mirror looking back like it’s begging for a face, Gilded little menace in a delicate parade, I’m a masterpiece of errors getting heavily displayed (Up, up—watch me levitate and break) [Verse 2] Now the plot thickens quicker than a pessimist’s stare, Subtle shifts in the fabric got me stressed and aware, Every axiom collapsing like a house made of breath, I’m negotiating with shadows in the council of self, Dialectic acrobatics, balancing “maybe” and “no,” While my certainty’s evaporating slow as it goes, Mirror talking back with a sarcastic tone, Like “congratulations, kid—you finally fractured your throne,” Neurological fireworks sparking arcs in the dome, But the circuitry is glitching, now it’s hard to atone, (—Doubletime—) Synapse-snapping, rapidly mapping every lapse in the pattern, Fragmented semantics in a panic when the phantom is laughing, At the man in the mansion made of mannequins dancing, While the banister’s collapsing and the banality’s blasting— (—back—) Yeah, the psyche in a vise, but it smiles for the crowd, Even drowning in the doubt, I’m announcing it loud [Hook] Divinity complex—but it’s cracking at the seam, Liquid contradictions dripping out the dream, Am I orchestrating fate or just a passenger afraid? Either way I’m getting paid in the masquerade (Think, think—watch it ricochet and fade) [Verse 3] Rebranded, revamped, with a glamorous glitch, Rock a synthetic aesthetic like a mannequin rich, Got a voice on the airwaves, charismatic and slick, But the narrative’s a parody I’m carefully scripting, Listeners addicted to the cadence I lace, Never noticing the dread that I encase in the bass, Then I drift to the margins where the etiquette bends, Where the night has a pulse and it’s a predator’s friend, Esoteric little clubs with a velvet abyss, Where the pain’s ornamental and the sentiment’s twisted, [—Doubletime—] Tick-tock, metronome mind, let it unwind, get it entwined, With a sentiment venomous, feminine, masculine, bending the spine, Every second a lesson in obsession, compressing the time, Till I’m stuck in a recursive little loop in design— [—back—] Endurance like a monument—absurdly devout, Chasing power in a place where it’s inverted and loud [Hook] Divinity complex in a carnival of screams, Every pleasure got a price in the corridors unseen, I surrender to the current, let it drag me through the shade, Thank the ghosts in my head for the mess that they made [Verse 4] Opulence collapsing like a tower built on sand, Every grand illusion slipping softly through my hand, Echoes of the arrogance reverberate and fade, Leaving silhouettes of every choice I made, Grandiosity dissolving in the acid of the truth, Every gilded memory corroding from its youth, Metamorphosis occurring in the depths of my descent, From a self-proclaimed divinity to something heaven-sent—or bent, Irony incarnate in the fragments of a name, Once a blazing beacon now a flickering of flame, Undertow of consequence is dragging at my feet, Every prior triumph now a bitter, hollow feat, Contemplating essence in the vacuum of the fall, Was I ever sovereign, was I anything at all? Now the final curtain falling softly without sound, Observe the grand descent as I vanish underground [Outro] Curtain call—hear the laughter, but it’s hollow and thin, I was hosting my demise while I was modeling wins, From a throne made of ego to a punchline profound, Now observe the grand finale as I’m circling down, A myth in the making now a warning in rhyme, Just a beautifully constructed waste of time.