Symptoms of an Early Narcissist Songtext
von Pagefire

You are a goddamn son of a bitch
High and mighty egotist
You are a goddamn son of a bitch
Smash your head you fucking...

You are a goddamn son of a bitch
And you can′t even deny it
You put your own lies on a petestal
Then tell them all to submit

You love to slander and criticize endlessly
Then pass it as your holy scripture
You'd rather focus on the trivial
Instead of witnessing the bigger picture

Your enemies are the ones with the Guillotine
The air you breathe is the sent of gasoline

Your views are, subjective
One day you′ll regret it
You'd rather insult then take the blame


Your friends are, your minions
Fantasy opinion
Symptoms of an early narcissist

Fabricate your own delusions
You love to play pretend
You'd rather outnumber one enemy
Then make up false amends

But eventually, they′ll outnumber you
But I know you′ll make it worse
No matter what you say or do to them
You'll be sent home in a hearse

Your views are, subjective
One day you′ll regret it
You'd rather insult then take the blame

Your friends are, your minions
Fantasy opinion
Symptoms of an early narcissist

You are everything you hate
You always fail to hesitate
I hope you never procreate
Become your own mistake