Crown Prince Syndrome - The Unguided

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