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I'm falling under insatiable forces for naked attention, a sick metamorphose Pushing my victims to flatter and fawn me Obeying the dictum of all eyes upon me My ego's a castle and I am the sentry Granting the spineless the easiest entry My simple subjects are eager to bow So fire up the spit and wheel in the cow I'm in my element now Chorus: They're toasting my virtue, the goblet is passed Fifty-four jesters are kissing my ass I may be fat, but my belt has to bust before this bingeing can end We're feeding my ego again I've summoned the pixies to whisper their praises They're nursing me now with their sweet empty phrases The critics are cleaved from my feast with a mallet No spoils are received by the king's fragile palate Stuffing myself on the blind adulation Fed full of self, it's intense mastication The simpleton's choir has taken it's place Accolades spewing from each vacant face Letras de cancionesNow, let's say grace Chorus I'm gonna need help Cause I'm too full to belch too elated to care if I foul up the air Chorus From Letras Mania