Lyrics:
 
 A thousand Romes are set aflame
 A thousand Neros sing their own refrains
 Narcissus improved & enhanced
 He gloats while backing 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.
 
 Chorus:
 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.
 
 Chorus:
 So what's the measure of a man 
 Lost in shifting digital sands? 
 And what's the standard supposed to be 
 When nothing is as it seems? 
 You've trapped yourself inside this temple
 Enraptured by your vanity 
 A sacrifice to your own image 
 A prisoner of the cult of me.