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