All eyes on the prize , individualism is on the rise,
got nothing left to talk about but me.
How I appeal, how do I feel, shooting the schpeel,
Everyday is a symptomatic narcissistic showreel for you to see.
And I ask you, tell me again.

Oh boy, whats your hit count, oh girl, pout the lips out,
Confront the inner fears in public.
Self love is self inflicted , got myself all self addicted,

we birth the vanity republic.
And I ask you, tell me again.
And I ask you, when will it end.
This vanity Republic
This vanity Republic

I got class, I got style.
This little cheeky grin will go for miles and miles.
I am the reason being you sit in front of me,
I am the reason being you're sitting comfortably .

I got class, I got style.
There's never been an even better time to die.
I got class, I got style.
Who knows why?
Tell me everything I wanna hear, coz'..
Never been a better time to die right now
Never been a better time to die right now.

I got looks, I got groove.
An ever loving set of friends I'd never choose.
I am the reason being they have identity .
I am the reason being they have no enemies.
I got looks, I got groove.
There's never been an even better time to lose

I got looks, I got groove.
Its ya move, make ya move, move!
Tell me everything I wanna hear, coz'..
Never been a better time to die right now
Never been a better time to die right now.