Matt Taylor The Narcissist.

[Verse 1]
He wakes up in Brighton, the king of the coast,
Crowned in conspiracy, sipping morning roast.
Camera’s on, it’s showtime again,
He’s a soldier, a scribe, a YouTube kingpin.

Every troll is a demon, every comment a war,
Fighting false gods from his digital shore.
They say he’s obsessed, just a self-absorbed twist—
But maybe they’re jealous of Matt the Narcissist.

[Chorus]
🎤 “Matt Taylor the narcissist,” they cry and insist,
Wears his ego like armour, can't possibly miss.
But under the swagger and digital mist,
Is a man who just wanted the world to exist.
On his terms. With his truth. In his light. In his fist.
They can’t handle Matt Taylor the narcissist.

[Verse 2]
He’s Arthur reborn, with a livestreamed sword,
Battling trolls who call him a fraud.
He’s got enemies hiding behind fake names,
But never forgets — You sway what I say.

From Sussex Police to the AI sphere,
He writes, he fights, with zero fear.
They say he’s unhinged, or maybe just pissed—
But that’s the price when you’re Matt the Narcissist.

[Bridge] (Breakdown spoken over moody piano)
"Is it really narcissism…
…if you’re the only one telling the truth?"
A man with no mask, but accused of disguise.
A voice of defiance, under algorithm skies.
They weaponise empathy, twist every quote,
While Matt writes history in every note.

[Chorus]
🎤 “Matt Taylor the narcissist,” roll your eyes, take the piss,
But he’s lived a real story—no edit, no twist.
A father, a fighter, a myth they can’t resist,
In a world full of cowards, he’s the one they blacklist.
Laugh all you want, throw your digital fist—
He’s still standing: Matt Taylor the narcissist.

[Outro]
So here’s to the man with a thousand tags,
With court summons and digital flags.
A mirror to madness, a thorn in the mist…
He might be a narcissist—
But at least he exists.