No Place for Failure - Fuck the Facts

I’ve embraced the reflection, the scenery, that bent back from my imagery.

I compare, I inflect.

Self-proclaimed judge of failure, Self-proclaimed judge of failure.

On the single track of achievers I missed the core of my nature.

I’m keeping the speed, the lead, focused on my contradictory reach.

I ought to take possession.

On the single track of achievers, driven by the wrong interests.

I’m keeping the speed, the lead, focused, dependent on winning.

In my obsession of recognition I exceeded my grasp at your expense.

I believed.

Raised up in a limited concept of self success, of narcissistic fulfillments.

Focused on my own desired results.

Raised up in a limited concept of self-success, I’m living the obvious futility,

the loss of energy.

I’m a narcissistic soldier;

I battle to keep everyone down.

Raised up in a limited concept of self success, I followed the traces,

in the line of the achievers.

Proud I raised and failed at building my true self.

I’m a narcissistic soldier, I battle to keep everyone down.