A thousand Romes are set a flame A thousand Neros sing their own refrains Narcissus improved and enhanced He gloats while basking in his arrogance
Conceit and pride are going viral A globe that's reached it's critical mass A pixilated downward spiral Fixated on the looking glass
An endless temple, a shrine to your vanity To worship yourself in the cult of me In the cult of me!
Just squeaking wheels in a fuck machine High resolution lies fill the screen The lowest common dominator Propaganda pitched by petty dictators.
An endless temple, a shrine to your vanity To worship yourself in the cult of me In the cult of me!
You worship yourself In the cult of me
So what's the measure of a man (We are the end) Lost in shifting digital sands? (We are the end) And what's the standard supposed to be (We are the end) When nothing is as it seems? (We are the end)
You've trapped yourself inside this temple Enraptured by your vanity A sacrifice to your own image A prisoner of the cult of meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
