Open your eyes, read between the lines
their book is fiction and it lacks a spine
they'll catch your ear, they'll build you up inside
with recycles one liners, don't compromise
I can clearly see what's on the screen
a distorted image of the industry
but the heart on your sleeve is so hard to believe
reputation means everything when music means nothing
things will change when you're back at home,
all alone build yourself up so you can be different
just like everyone else but oh well,
we're pointing the finger if your couldn't tell
our hearts are not on our sleeves they're where they should be
live for yourself, nobody else and fuck what they sell.
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