Superior? Superior?

Your crown is made of plastic,

Your throne—already collapsing.

I feel the venom rising,

Your arrogance is blinding,

You spit your poison loud,

But inside you’re just hiding.

You walk like a god, but your steps are hollow,

Preach with your chest, but your words I swallow.

Acting like a king, but you’re just a clone,

Every mirror you break just reveals your bones.

Flexing fake gold, your empire’s a fraud,

Living off the weak just to play as a god.

But when the lights fade, and the crowd goes quiet,

You’ll choke on the silence, can’t start a riot.

You think you’re untouchable,

But I see through the glass,

Your ego’s combustible,

It will never last.

Thinking you’re superior won’t change a thing,

Crushing others only shatters your own skin.

It shows the coward, the fragile you hide,

Your polished mask is nothing but a lie!

Your pride’s a disease, and it spreads like fire,

But ashes remain when the flames expire.

You scream domination, but it sounds so weak,

Behind every roar, there’s a voice that squeaks.

I spit the truth raw, while you sell a façade,

You play the “untouchable,” but stumble flawed.

Respect ain’t earned by stepping on lives,

It’s built from the scars, from the ones who survive.

Fragile!

Coward!

Fake!

Mask!

All your pride, all your hate—

It’s the prison that you make.

Thinking you’re superior won’t change a thing,

Crushing others only shatters your own skin.

It shows the coward, the fragile you hide,

Your polished mask is nothing but a lie!

—Nothing but a lie!

Your throne is dust,

Your pride is rust,

Superior? …never was.