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Look at me
Don't deny me

Perfection does not exist
That's what they love to claim
These are the words of a broken man
Who'd give his life away
For the least

Would you take a look at me
Surrender, can't you see?
Don't fear to burn your eyes
With how, how perfect I can be
The sickest fantasy coming to life
Vanity is my identity
I'm overflown with self-love
To kiss my blessed feet, they are crawling near
What tramples over them? My feet

Perfection does not appear
In front of a blinded man
Perfection is what they fear
But would gladly give their life away
For this

Would you take a look at me
Surrender, can't you see?
Don't fear to burn your eyes
With how, how perfect I can be
The sickest fantasy coming to life
Vanity is my identity
I'm overflown with self-love
To kiss my blessed feet, they are crawling near
What tramples over them? My feet

If I give them holy food
They will see me as a fool
When I spit on the floor
Poor people think it is gold
It is me whom they call an idol
It is me what they fear the most
Don't deny my absolution
Let me feed my ego, let me boast, yeah

Even if I spit on the floor
A poor crowd thinks it is gold

If you were like me
Would you treat them differently?

Call me symbol, call me idol
I'm what you want the most

Don't deny me
Look at me

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