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

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