What would you say, if this blemished face, This blemished face with a crooked nose Had a chance to say whatever he wanted from his blemished world of the unknown?
Would you give a fuck if all that you heard Were nouns and verbs like shallow heartache? The sound of victory blowing up your world, world
Fake faces everywhere I see, Fake people looking back at me Sit down, don´t tell me, Don´t tell me where I don´t belong
Fake faces everywhere I see, Fake people looking back at me Sit down, don´t tell me, Don´t tell me where I don´t belong
Oh, I heard a sick sad voice (Oh), It was honesty, I turned to her and said, We need to be medicated; And you´re the prescription, For a forced out vision If you´re with me, send the critics to hell with the sound of our voices
Fake faces everywhere I see, Fake people looking back at me Sit down, don´t tell me, Don´t tell me where I don´t belong
Fake faces everywhere I see, Fake people looking back at me Sit down, don´t tell me where I don´t belong
All you better-thans that fed us shit, Will be knocked on the floor, So don´t you place your bets just yet All you treasure sleepers feed on shit, You´ll be knocked on the floor, So don´t you place...
Fake faces everywhere I see, Fake people looking back at me Sit down, don´t tell me, Don´t tell me where I don´t belong
Fake faces everywhere I see, Fake people looking back at me Sit down, don´t tell me where I don´t belong
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