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?
Would you give a fuck if 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, don t tell me,
Don t tell me where I don t belong
Fake faces everywhere I see,
Fake people looking back at me
Sit down, don t tell me,
Don t tell me where I don t belong
Oh, I heard a sick sad voice (Oh),
It was honesty, I turned to her and said,
We need to be medicated;
And you re 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, don t tell me,
Don t tell me where I don t belong
Fake faces everywhere I see,
Fake people looking back at me
Sit down, don t tell me
where I don t belong
All you better-thans that fed us shit,
Will be knocked on the floor,
So don t you place your bets just yet
All you treasure sleepers feed on shit,
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, don t tell me,
Don t tell me where I don t belong
Fake faces everywhere I see,
Fake people looking back at me
Sit down, don t tell me
where I don t belong

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