It's The Finest, It's Huge, and It's The Best
By: Daisy Dead
Have you heard this one yet? "Decay" is our tongue-in-cheek revenge fantasy inspired by the Greek myth of Narcissus, who was defeated by the goddess Nemesis. To avenge her friend Echo, whose heart he broke, Nemesis lead Narcissus to a mirror pool; he then fell in love with his own reflection and eventually committed suicide after discovering that his love would never be realized.
We all have at least one person in our life right now that fits the general definition of narcissist *cough* trump *cough*, and despite their charisma, it's not easy to cope day-to-day with their disconnection, delusions, and demands. We'll get through it, though. In the meantime, I propose that we all take a little edge off by remembering to love one another and pump up the jamz!
XOXO,
Daisy š¤šµš¼š
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"Decay" by The Dead Deads
Double the size of every mirror in this big white house,
And angle them all towards me
Regard the fine finishes on my children and my spouse
You see, these are the trappings of a king
Round and round and down he goes
Decay, degrade, it's all a show
2 scoops and an afternoon nap for the king
Pizza and a double bubble bath for the king
I swear to God I think we found a trap for the king
Think we finally found a trap for the king
This is an 8-million-dollar mirror we have right here
It's the finest, it's huge, and it's the best
I can't seem to tear my eyes away from its golden glow
My reflection, like a noble bald eagle, takes my breath
Leave me here for a few minutes longer, to ponder my splendor, and puff my chest
Round and round and down he goes
Decay, degrade, it's all a show
2 scoops and an afternoon nap for the king
Pizza and a double bubble bath for the king
I swear to God I think we found a trap for the king
Finally found a trap for the king
On his knees, praying to it
Kissing his likeness, starving to death
Transfixed for weeks, he hasn't slept
The hall of mirrors he hasn't left
Two weeks more he's almost gone
Skin and bones in a stare-a-thon
He doesn't even know that something is wrong
He doesn't even know we wrote this song
Decay
Stare away
No more afternoon naps for the king
No more double bubble baths for the king
Thank god we finally found a trap for the king
Finally found a trap for the king
