narcissism burns onto you,

(Verse 1)
Empty souls whisper your name,
your hand stretched toward your mirror.
Does the shiny surface attract you?
The futile word scattered in the wind.

(Chorus)
The filth of narcissism burns onto you,
it doesn't clean, it just paints the eyes dark.
The stain burns onto you, like a deep, silent brand,
which you bear, like a dead one.

(Verse 2)
Every praise you gathered for yourself,
it digs a deeper pit,
the echo of your word is now only loneliness,
the scenery falls, and you stand there naked.

(Chorus)
The filth of narcissism burns onto you,
it doesn't clean, it just paints the eyes dark.
The stain burns onto you, like a deep, silent brand,
which you bear, like a dead one.