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