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, 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
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
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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