I don’t want to play along
In your moral world of rights and wrongs
You can’t outrun the worms
When you're six feet deep in the dirt

But I know you’re a fake
It’s written all over your face
I know you’re a fake
It’s written on your face

So where do I belong? Lost in a song
Where I can dream away the day
That’s a perfect place to be

Lifeless plastic automatons in suits and ties
Sip lattes and pose with their Stepford wives
Radioactive nuclear families, zombies of a virtual fantasy

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So where do I belong? Lost in a song
Where I can dream away thе day
That’s a perfect place to bе

Program the perfect aesthetic
So typical and ultra pathetic
Simulation, masturbation
Lost in a universe of black hole emptiness
Fake and obedient, fake and obedient
Mother Nature, Father Time
The past - a broken clock you can’t unwind
The present and future will only buy a little more time

Before you turn to dust
Wasting away, worshipping yourself
Wasting away, worshipping yourself
And wasting away

I know you’re a fake
I know you’re a fake
I know you’re a fake