You stand on top of a pedestal
And think you are better than me
I won't get caught up
Won't get caught up
In your superficiality
The people that you use it
Will come back to haunt you
And all the faults you point out
They're faults of yours
There's no doubt
The false fame's gone straight to your head
You fill my life with all your misery and dread
I must appear so, so, so very small
From your vantage point up there
You look down on me
And spit on me
But I don't even care, no