Narcissistic (acstic)
by Damon
Lyrics
(Verse 1)
They wear their simple crowns of glass, so fragile and so clear
They preach a gospel of themselves for all the world to hear
And when their empty eyes meet mine, a hollow, vacant stare
They never see the scars I bear, the weight of my despair
They're too consumed with their own shine, the image they project
To notice all the broken parts that they have resurrected
(Chorus)
They are the architects of doubt, the merchants of the blame
They'll twist the story, flip the script, and set your soul aflame
They are the leeches on your heart, they'll drain you 'til you're dry
And if you run, they'll hunt you down beneath the alibi
They have no feeling, no remorse, no truth they can't erase
The only way to win their game is meet them face to face
(Verse 2)
They are complicated, narcissistic, never in the wrong
Their self-reflection is a shrine, a never-ending song
Of their own glory, their own grace, their manufactured might
They'll make you feel like you're the flaw, the darkness in their light
They'll pull your strings and watch you dance, a puppet on a wire
And if you dare to cut the line, they'll fan the dying fire
(Chorus)
They are the architects of doubt, the merchants of the blame
They'll twist the story, flip the script, and set your soul aflame
They are the leeches on your heart, they'll drain you 'til you're dry
And if you run, they'll hunt you down beneath the alibi
They have no feeling, no remorse, no truth they can't erase
The only way to win their game is meet them face to face
(Bridge)
So listen close, I've learned the art of their own twisted creed
To fight the monster, you must become the very thing they breed
A heart of stone, a mirrored shield, a tongue that cuts like steel
To play their game, you have to learn to never, ever feel
To build a fortress from their lies, a weapon from their spite
And in the darkness of their world, become their equal light
(Guitar Solo)
(Outro)
They have no understanding, only pride in what they see
A reflection of a hollow king, a false divinity
So if you choose to walk this path, to fight them on their ground
Become the thing you hate the most, and let the truth be drowned
Become a narcissistic piece of shit, and wear the crown of thorn
'Cause in the game they play so well, the winner is reborn.