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 ******** 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, dont tell me, don't tell me where i dont belong
fake faces everywhere i see
fake people looking back at me
sit down, dont tell me where i dont belong
oh, i heard a sick sad voice
it was honesty,
i turned to her and said
we need to be medicated;
and your 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, dont tell me, don't tell me where i dont belong
fake faces everywhere i see
fake people looking back at me
sit down, dont tell me where i dont belong
all you better-thans that fed us s**t,
will be knocked on the floor,
so dont you place your bets just yet
all you treasure sleepers feed on s**t,
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, dont tell me, don't tell me where i dont belong
fake faces everywhere i see
fake people looking back at me
sit down, dont tell me where i dont belong
