Crown Prince Syndrome

And when I look in the mirror It's not myself Staring back with those judging eyes It's an image of the past king himself Taunting me from the skies Power, it cannot be destroyed It can only be transferred The crux of a kingborn To bear the lowborn's scorn I paid my dues And had the city rebuilt I walked among the people With my heart flooded by guilt The crown, it cannot be destroyed It can only be transferred The crux of the lowborn To dismiss the highborn they mourn There is nothing worse for a lying soul Than the mirror of reality What's broken can be whole But you still see cracks in the reflection And it's your own curse, a heavy toll Don't let it spoil your sanity You might fill the hole In your soul but it still has an infection Not every father gets a chance to Start his son off in his own footsteps I'm a far cry from him A charlatan, unworthy of his blood There is nothing worse for a lying soul Than the mirror of reality What's broken can be whole But you still see cracks in the reflection And it's your own curse, a heavy toll Don't let it spoil your sanity You might fill the hole In your soul but it still has an infection Not every father gets a chance to Start his son off in his own footsteps I'm a far cry from him A charlatan, unworthy of his blood