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
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Narcissus
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