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

Onomatopoeia

So push the way out
The way out
To a puddle to the next corner to wash your dirty brain
Don’t pray, there’s no Gods
There’s no Gods
To the church to the next corner to wash your dirty brain
So run! Run boy
Run fast as you can before the crow gets you down
So push the way out
The way out
To a puddle to the next corner to wash your dirty brain
Follow the white rabbit
Escape the big black crow
Follow the white rabbit
Follow the white rabbit
Escape the big black crow
Follow the white rabbit
Escape the big black crow
Follow the white rabbit
Escape the big black crow
Follow the white rabbit
Escape the big black crow
GOODBYE