XV

You, driven by your self-obsession
Measured by your new posession
Always wanting more
You, always pleading ignorance
No remorce, no consequence
You never take the blame
Oh, back by popular demand
Woshipping that soulless idol of fame
Stalking through the shadows cast by your ego
You are the disease and we are the cure
You fall apart for all to witness
Paper over all the stitches
Shallow to the core
You, go seek out your own reflection
Bask in all the false affection
You’ll never win the game
Oh, back by popular demand
Woshipping that soulless idol of fame
Stalking through the shadows cast by your ego
You are the disease and we are the cure
What would you do if they took it all away?
And who would you do to get it back again?
Oh, what would you do if they took it all way?
And who would you do to get it back?
You, overwhelmed with fear and loathing
Warped by all your greed and envy
I’ve seen it all before
You, we’re hunting down the desperados
Stamping out the narcissistic
Every one the same
Oh, back by popular demand
Woshipping that soulless idol of fame
Stalking through the shadows cast by your ego
You are the disease and we are the cure
What would you do if they took it all away?
And who would you do to get it back again?
Oh, what would you do if they took it all way?
And who would you do to get it back?
You are the disease, we are the cure.