Narcissist'S Prayer

At last, at last, at last, at last
As we plunge into abscess
Blighted spirits, so bereft
Shameful weeping, voices echo
From the bottom of a well

Can you hear the cries?
Can you hear the cries?
Can you hear the cries?
Can you hear the cries of worn out phrases?
(From listless gazes) pretentious lingering (in childish phases)
The heartless hand, the empty gestures
Pitiful searching for hollow pleasures

At last, at last, at last, at last
Can you hear the cries?
Can you hear the cries?
Can you hear the cries?
Can you hear the cries?

Lost in a palace of mirrors
Staring at infinite reflections
Gazing back, gazing back
Too near to see the mark of shame
Lost in empty dialectics
The art of building up and tearing down
Of discussing all things
And accomplishing nothing

Of compromised ideals
Of friendships abandoned
Our works substandard
Our principles meandering
So speak our names as a warning
As a curse, as a failure, failure

At last, it's time to die
At last, it's time to die
At last, it's time to die
At last, it's time to die

At last, it's time to die
At last, it's time to die
At last, it's time to die
At last, it's time to die

At last, it's time to die
At last, it's time to die
At last, it's time to die
At last, it's time to die

At last, so die
At last, so die
At last, so die
At last, so die

At last, so die
At last, so die
At last, so die
At last, so die

At last, so die
At last, so die
At last, so die
At last, so die