Phoney smiles & fake hellos

You, yeah you, yeah you
you got a cardboard cutout soul
just a powertripping, mindraping, backstabbing junkie
thinking your hype is true
you, yeah you, yeah you
respect ain't a word you know
you're a fabricated lie that doesn't exist
dropping names wherever you go
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life's phoney smiles and fake hellos
the hardcore rush of watching heads roll
i'll dig your grave and kill your lifeless stare
fuck yourself for all i fuc*** care
You, yeah you, yeah you
thinking you know it all
35 years old with a wife and two kids
still living and your mother's home
you, yeah you, yeah you
a sellout and a social whore
you'd sell your mother's soul just to get ahead
a disease down to the core
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You, yeah you, yeah you
still haven't figured what it is you do
just a no talent nothing with a ten ton ego
until your 15 minutes are through
you, yeah you, yeah you
a conscience deaf and blind
i'm driving the hearse without remorse
killing you and your kind
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