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