f..ck The Facts No Place For Failure
I've embraced the reflection, the scenery, that bent back
from my imagery. I compare, I inflect. Self-proclaimed
judge of failure, Self-proclaimed judge of failure. On
the single track of achievers I missed the core of my
nature. I'm keeping the speed, the lead, focused on my
contradictory reach. I ought to take possession. On the
single track of achievers, driven by the wrong interests.
I'm keeping the speed, the lead, focused, dependent on
winning. In my obsession of recognition I exceeded my
grasp at your expense. I believed. Raised up in a limited
concept of self success, of narcissistic fulfillments.
Focused on my own desired results. Raised up in a limited
concept of self-success, I'm living the obvious futility,
the loss of energy. I'm a narcissistic soldier; I battle
to keep everyone down. Raised up in a limited concept of
self success, I followed the traces, in the line of the
achievers. Proud I raised and failed at building my true
self. I'm a narcissistic soldier, I battle to keep
everyone down.
