Lamb Of God - Digital Sands Lyrics

Lamb Of God – Digital Sands Lyrics [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 fuck 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

[Lamb Of God – Digital Sands Lyrics]