Teethcutter Lyrics

I can smell a fake from a mile away
With the false dirt upon his face,
Listen to the whisper and the sound that he makes
As the cold dirt takes his place.

Everywhere I go, in every little city,
There's a version of someone else.
Is it a hoax I'm creating? A myth perpetuating?
Or the freak returning to the self?

Are you the freak returning to the self?
Or just the ghost of someone else.

Try to find something to make you care.

I took my chance in a pickup truck, out of luck,
Try to make this feeling last,
And it's coming on strong, and it came on fast,
But you say nothing's wrong, you're always right but you're wrong.

Try to find something that's gonna move you
Try to find something to make you care.