Black Narcissus

He built himself a cave

He built himself a name

And followers came

And followers came

He learned how to speak

He built his mystique

The finest antique

The finest antique

He found a sword to flail

Along the broken trail

And slaughtered the fail

And slaughtered the fail

He vowed every day

To hide the pain away

And fake it and play

And fake it and play

He cut the golden thread

He made them feel dread

Shadows that he led

Shadows that he led

He built his pop machine

To hide the silent screams

And tame the fantasies

And tame the fantasies