Digital Sands (Explicit)

A thousand Romes are set aflame

A thousand Neros sing their own refrains

Narcissus improved &enhanced

He gloats while basking in his arrogance

Conceit &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 ****machine

High resolution lies fill the screen

The lowest common dominator

Propaganda pitched by petty dicatators

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

Lost in shifting digital sands

And what's the standard supposed to be

When nothing is as it seems

You've trapped yourself inside this temple

Enraptured by your vanity

A sacrifice to your own image

A prisoner of the cult of me