XV

You, driven by your self-obsession
 Measured by your new posession
 Always wanting more
 You, always pleading ignorance
 No remorce, no consequence
 You never take the blame
 Oh, back by popular demand
 Woshipping that soulless idol of fame
 Stalking through the shadows cast by your ego
 You are the disease and we are the cure
 You fall apart for all to witness
 Paper over all the stitches
 Shallow to the core
 You, go seek out your own reflection
 Bask in all the false affection
 You'll never win the game
 Oh, back by popular demand
 Woshipping that soulless idol of fame
 Stalking through the shadows cast by your ego
 You are the disease and we are the cure
 What would you do if they took it all away?
 And who would you do to get it back again?
 Oh, what would you do if they took it all way?
 And who would you do to get it back?
 You, overwhelmed with fear and loathing
 Warped by all your greed and envy
 I've seen it all before
 You, we're hunting down the desperados
 Stamping out the narcissistic
 Every one the same
 Oh, back by popular demand
 Woshipping that soulless idol of fame
 Stalking through the shadows cast by your ego
 You are the disease and we are the cure
 What would you do if they took it all away?
 And who would you do to get it back again?
 Oh, what would you do if they took it all way?
 And who would you do to get it back?
 You are the disease, we are the cure.