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A thousand Romes are set aflame
A thousand Neros sing their own refrains
Narcissus improved & enhanced
He gloats while basking in his arrogance
Conceit & pride are going viral
A globe that's reached it's critical mass
A pixilated downward spiral
Fixated on the looking glass.
An endless temple, a shrine to your vanity
To worship yourself in the cult of me
In the cult of me!
Just squeaking wheels in a f*ck machine
High resolution lies fill the screen
The lowest common dominator
Propaganda pitched by petty dicatators.
An endless temple, a shrine to your vanity
To worship yourself in the cult of me
In the cult of me!
You worship yourself
In the cult of me
So 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 end)
You've trapped yourself inside this temple
Enraptured by your vanity
A sacrifice to your own image
A prisoner of the cult of me
Digital Sands Video (MV)
Performed By: Lamb Of God
Language: English
Length: 4:01
Written by: CHRIS ADLER, WILL ADLER, DAVID RANDALL BLYTHE, JOHN CAMPBELL, MARK MORTON
Lamb Of God - Digital Sands Lyrics
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English
[iTunes Bonus Track]
A thousand Romes are set aflame
A thousand Neros sing their own refrains
Narcissus improved & enhanced
He gloats while basking in his arrogance
Conceit & pride are going viral
A globe that's reached it's critical mass
A pixilated downward spiral
Fixated on the looking glass.
An endless temple, a shrine to your vanity
To worship yourself in the cult of me
In the cult of me!
Just squeaking wheels in a f*ck machine
High resolution lies fill the screen
The lowest common dominator
Propaganda pitched by petty dicatators.
An endless temple, a shrine to your vanity
To worship yourself in the cult of me
In the cult of me!
You worship yourself
In the cult of me
So 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 end)
You've trapped yourself inside this temple
Enraptured by your vanity
A sacrifice to your own image
A prisoner of the cult of me
A thousand Romes are set aflame
A thousand Neros sing their own refrains
Narcissus improved & enhanced
He gloats while basking in his arrogance
Conceit & pride are going viral
A globe that's reached it's critical mass
A pixilated downward spiral
Fixated on the looking glass.
An endless temple, a shrine to your vanity
To worship yourself in the cult of me
In the cult of me!
Just squeaking wheels in a f*ck machine
High resolution lies fill the screen
The lowest common dominator
Propaganda pitched by petty dicatators.
An endless temple, a shrine to your vanity
To worship yourself in the cult of me
In the cult of me!
You worship yourself
In the cult of me
So 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 end)
You've trapped yourself inside this temple
Enraptured by your vanity
A sacrifice to your own image
A prisoner of the cult of me
Writer: CHRIS ADLER, WILL ADLER, DAVID RANDALL BLYTHE, JOHN CAMPBELL, MARK MORTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC