"XC" The Narcissist We Hate [BlackYettie Remastered Remix]

[Verse 1] He drapes his grin like meat on a hanger Words soaked in perfume and formaldehyde anger Licks the blood from his own reflection’s eyes Asks forgiveness before the next disguise [Chorus] Feasting on his shadow in a chapel of spit Crowned in applause that still doesn’t fit Each cheer’s a needle, threading his skin With voices that scream where his face has been [Verse 2] He baptizes himself in the filth of the gaze Builds his truth from the lies he filet Wears the bones of his lovers as armor and praise Croons lullabies made of ash and decay [Chorus] Feasting on his shadow in a chapel of spit Crowned in applause that still doesn’t fit Each cheer’s a needle, threading his skin With voices that scream where his face has been [Bridge] Hollowed out, but painted gold A shrine for worms in velvet mold He begs the void to speak his name But all it whispers back is shame [Final Chorus] Feasting on his shadow in a chapel of spit Crowned in applause that still doesn’t fit Each cheer’s a needle, threading his skin With voices that scream where his face has been