Hypocrite's Anthem

I, hypocrite, inconsistency my middle name,
Left the fire burning—don’t worry, I’m safe.
That water will quench my thirst,
Just mine, so it was never there at first.

The goal has always been "me",
But the game, oh, it’s always been mean.
It’s fine only when I’m alright,
If I’m hurt, the world’s not right.

Don’t blame me, blame the game
After all, I’m hypocrite, and that’s the aim.
I’ll preach of peace, then fan the flame,
Swear I’m changed, yet stay the same.

I’ll take the crown, deny the shame,
And wear my flaws like a badge of fame.
Deep down, my insecurities couldn’t just be tamed,
And my inconsistencies ridicule me as a slave of the game.