The Narcissist - The Five Hundred

You’ve shown the world all you want them to see

But I think you’re masquerading

For you there’ll never be another release

Better than mass attention

Everyone knows who you are

And the mask has fallen away

And the people that held you high

Are nowhere to be seen

See a reflection of a broken man

The horror of your truth

A life they won’t recall when they bury you

The horror of your truth

I won’t believe it about you

This story always gets old

Your apathy never cuts through

Carved from empty words, a heart of stone

The truth you never told

I can see you’re struggling

With the truth you never told

We should’ve never believed in the first place

But now you’ve lost your hold

See a reflection of a broken man

The horror of your truth

A life they won’t recall when they bury you

The horror of your truth

I won’t believe it about you

This story always gets old

Your apathy never cuts through

Carved from empty words, a heart of stone

I won’t believe it about you

This story always gets old

Your apathy never cuts through

Carved from empty words, a heart of stone