Lyrics

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