FAKERS PLAGUE

Pretenders You've got a way with words, you've got a lot of nerve Pretenders Fuck this shit, I'd rather be a sinner than a hypocrite I'm losing the will to live, I can't get enough of it There's a mirror at the end of the road I can't do right for doing wrong, someone save me Scratch that, I'll be wrong on my own I'm tired of wasting my time, you're overrated I don't trust this, I don't know where I am (do you?) I just can't see it for the sleight of hand I wish I knew where to start Calling all pretenders Evoke, provoke Dead eyes look white to the snowed, mainline the vulnerable Calling all pretenders We're living in a world too vicious to love We will stamp our feet and hope the devil can hear us So he's waiting when you arrive We won't be far behind It's like we're feeling our way through the dark There's a mirror at the end of the road The lights are on but no one knows you're suffocating Don't pride yourself on denial I'm losing my mind, you're overrated Mercy games, let go, we're hooked on you This comfort zone will destroy us too, you know We're the fiends to an end You know, we're the leaders of the misled For fuck's sake Everybody's talking about the way that we destroy And how to point the finger everywhere but in You've got a lot of nerve, nerve Fuck this shit I'm losing the will to live 'cause you're a fucking hypocrite Go Fuck your leaders Yeah We will stamp our feet and hope the devil can hear us So he's waiting when you arrive We won't be far behind We will stamp our feet and hope the devil can hear us So he's waiting when you arrive We won't be far behind It's like we're feeling our way through the dark We are so numb to our faithless morals We find serenity here in this chaos We're all chancers here you know It's why we're drawn to the unknown Let go