Confessions of an Egomaniac With a Mic in Hand Lyrics

We all search for things that live forever in ourselves and in others,
In symbols that differ right from wrong.
The divide between good and evil is what sets us apart
The human urge to do whatever it takes to fulfil the right side of the coin.
Always faster, always louder.
My head hurts from all that pretty dreams, manufactured to sell, injected in legal doses,
Just enough to make you want more of what you'll never learn.
On a scale from pro to con I never seem to find my centre.
I'll never find a healthy way to deal with it
Always too much or too little.
The perspective lacks real options, the possibilities ate them all up to grow strong,
Stronger than I think we all are.
So let the breaking begin, let it begin, may the ties eat their young
While the celluloid celebrates in an apathetic trance.
And we'll sit here too scared to go outside, too scared of difference,
too scared of ourselves.
No song I sing can make us love ourselves
And still you watch this attention seeking freak show.
You serve my mass for the holy trinity of me, myself and I
Just hope the stage is big enough for my ego, it might not fit in this room.