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