Call Me a Symbol

Look at me Don't deny me "Perfection does not exist" That's what they love to claim These are the words of a broken man Who'd give his life away For the least Would you take a look at me Surrender, can't you see? Don't fear to burn your eyes With how, how perfect I can be The sickest fantasy coming to life Vanity is my identity I'm overflown with self-love To kiss my blessed feet, they are crawling near What tramples over them? My feet Perfection does not appear In front of a blinded man Perfection is what they fear But would gladly give their life away For this Would you take a look at me Surrender, can't you see? Don't fear to burn your eyes With how, how perfect I can be The sickest fantasy coming to life Vanity is my identity I'm overflown with self-love To kiss my blessed feet, they are crawling near What tramples over them? My feet If I give them holy food They will see me as a fool When I spit on the floor Poor people think it is gold It is me whom they call an idol It is me what they fear the most Don't deny my absolution Let me feed my ego, let me boast, yeah Even if I spit on the floor A poor crowd thinks it is gold If you were like me Would you treat 'em differently? Call me symbol, call me idol I'm what you want the most Don't deny me, yeah Look at me