Once there was a purpose, once there was a voice
Left the heart, took what you need
Picked, stripped, bones clean
Its gotten so deluded, robbed of its claws
Waterd down, now it's just a parody
Once there was a reason, once there was a soulo Now just a paper tiger, roaring at the mall
Picked, stripped, bones clean
You've got the look, you've got the style
Left the substance, in a year where will you be Somebody's fakin' it
Somebody's fakin' it Somebody's fake
Somebody's fakin' it
Call you out, its not a comodity
Call you out, without integrity
Call you out, let you in with open arms and open mind
Call you out, or an ego driven game
You had a taste
You turn around, spit it out
And slap it right in the face Somebody's fakin' it
Fakin' the punkLook at them they're fakin' it.
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