| Lyrics: | Tell me, assure me, I really can't believe your dishonesty.
Dissention, seeking attention, yet
segregation from the ones' that =
really cared.
Tell me, assure me, I really
can't believe your dishonesty.
Cash styled deadhead, no conscience or opinions.
Material
gain bar happiness means shit.
It means shit.
Mass appeal madness eats your
brain. False influence like a leach.
Sucking dry your veins. =
Public eyes see
fit your second face.
Freakshow - fooling those who imitate.
Clever marketing to
dominate. Screwing those who gave you your big =
break.
And when the bubble
bursts, exposing your selfish crap.
You'll cry for sympathy, we'll just sit back and laugh |
