And the be-all and end-all
The routine of questioning procedure
Was pushing me in the one way
We find ourselves a rut slightly less obvious
There's no such thing as destiny
The hanger-on will emulate it to a T
Becoming more than the idol ever was
Everything is a calculation
We feel the need to release
That take place within our heads
You counterfeit and fabricate
Show me anything that's never been done
Each reflection of the past
Go build big lies, go build big lies
It's compensation for the nothings we are inside
We fuck ourselves just to see what it feels like
It's self-importance all the way
And it's almost as big as yours
Go build big lies, go build big lies
It's compensation for the void that we have inside
Let's pretend we tried to see
It's self-importance all the way
I've got a chip on my shoulder
And it's almost as big as yours