Lamb Of God - Digital Sands Lyrics
A thousand Romes are set aflameA thousand Neros sing their own refrainsNarcissus improved & enhancedHe gloats while backing in his arroganceConceit & pride are going viralA globe that's reached it's critical massA pixilated downward spiralFixated on the looking glassAn endless temple, a shrine to your vanityTo worship yourself in the cult of me (in the cult of me)Just squeaking wheels in a ***** machineHigh resolution lies fill the screenThe lowest common dominatorPropaganda pitched by pettyAn endless temple, a shrine to your vanityTo worship yourself in the cult of me (in the cult of me)You worship yourself, in the cult of meSo what's the measure of a man(We are the end)Lost in shifting digital sands?(We are the end)And what's the standard supposed to be(We are the end)When nothing is as it seems?We are the endYou've trapped yourself inside this templeEnraptured by your vanityA sacrifice to your own imageA prisoner of the cult of me.
