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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