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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?
And 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

Fake faces everywhere I see,
Fake people looking back at me
Sit down, don't tell me where I don't belong

I heard a sick sad voice,
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 where I don't belong

All you betten-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 where I don't belong