Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Narcissus, artist - Threshold. Date of issue: 23.08.2012
Song language: English
Narcissus |
| Caught in the headlamp glare of your own blinding vanity |
| Mesmerised by the stare of your shallow personality |
| Gorging the junk food of flattery you drag your fat ego around |
| Everyone floored by the battering you give to whoever’s around |
| Trapped in the personal hell of your own desperate addiction |
| Frightened that others can tell of your expensive affliction |
| With your happiness based on a chemical you wax lyrical with words so profound |
| When your indulgence reaches that level it’s safest not to be around |
| Oh Narcissus you petulant child admiring yourself in the curve of my eyes |
| Oh Narcissus you angel beguiled unsated by self you do nothing but die |
| Wrapped in the transparent lies of your desperate situation |
| You expound on imaginary ties expecting us to believe them |
| In the absence of concrete commitment |
| You’ve all the attention that money can buy |
| Not caring that those who still love you are callously thrown to one side |
| Oh Narcissus you petulant child admiring yourself in the curve of my eyes |
| Oh Narcissus you angel beguiled unsated by self you do nothing but die |
| Oh Narcissus you treacherous child admiring yourself in the curve of my eyes |
| Oh Narcissus you angel beguiled unsated by self you do nothing but die |
| Hey you dog man whelp of a litter of scavengers |
| Bolting the flesh of your victims with a ravenous greed |
| You work with your siblings up to a point |
| 'til your ego is sated or your wallet fulfilled |
| Jealously guarding the bones of your kill |
| With a malice that’s born out of fear |
| Running with the pack your defence is to attack |
| But I detect you in your stealth because you’ve rolled in your own filth |
| You hope to gain my trust with your cowardly disguise |
| Whispering such confidences my revulsion to a-wreck |
| You call yourself my friend you call yourself my friend |
| And when I turn my back your fangs will feel my neck |
| What is your domain but a barn where your runts roll in the reek |
| You would seek to steel my freedom and have branded me a freak |
| I want nothing of your snarling mongrel strain your smarmy doggerel lies |
| And if these words have singed your fur consider yourself a whipped cur |
| Gorging the junk food of flattery you haul your fat ego around |
| Everyone floored by the battering you give to whoever’s around |
| Oh Narcissus you petulant child admiring yourself in the curve of my eyes |
| Oh Narcissus you angel beguiled unsated by self you do nothing but die |