The Narcissist from Cogent Provocateur by Sirens and Prophets

Chimera

I can’t believe my luck, how she turned and looked my way,
And i didn’t think it strange, when she laughed at all I'd say.
Our common ground is precious real estate,
I need to lock it down, there’s no need to wait,
Her confidence that we were meant to be,
Gagged that cynic deep inside of me,
Malleable to her careless whim,
This shiny rock must be a gem.

All eyes ahead, there’s no point in looking back,
If things don’t quite add up, you don’t have all the facts.
I am your future, I'm all you need,
I’ll guide your every step, both mind and deed,
Cut your ties to all that useless past,
Buckle up we’re gonna live life fast,
A hungry soul must feed, hungry souls want to believe.

Don’t you search for cracks, don’t you look in the horse’s mouth,
Don’t you be an ingrate, don’t you question what it’s all about,
There’s something’s wrong with this picture,
There’s something slightly out of place,
If I start looking for answers,
There may be a truth yet to face.

Reality Rhumba

Close to the bone, lay back the skin,
Don’t let it start, you know you’ll never win.
Audacious gall and incessant spite,
No side to step, no boat to right.
With sunny days now forever gone,
I brace to dance to the siren’s song.
Sing away, sing away,
I can’t believe I used to like this song.

One rule for you, times ten for me,
How dare I claim, the right to disagree.
Projectile hate, and diarrhetic lies,
In the name of love, and directly in my eyes.
All hopes of resolution disappear,
That luring song still ringing in my ear,
Sing away, sing away,
Do I really have to sing along?

Delusion/Escape

A whisper from the fog, an image not quite seen,
My hopeful leap of faith, was never what it seemed.
My shattered sense of trust, incapable of belief,
This crushing disillusion, now screaming for relief.
I’m looking for the door, a threshold to a dream,
Where all act as they are, where all is as it seems.

I’ve got to get away, I need yet to escape,
Get my life into focus, get my life into shape,
Set sight on all that matters, cut out what never will,
Someone will warm my heart yet, cast off that bitter chill.

• Rock
• Pella