Letras
Who are you to say what is real and what is fake and who here matters anyway?
It's nothing that I haven't heard
We're all sellouts in your eyes, that's no surprise
Well, we never tried to disguise everything we want to be
My honest dream
Who cares what you have to say?
Why do you hate what you can't relate to?
(Well, it's not like it's your (?) to always)
Exploitation is always having to be heard
(If we're on the same page, why does it end this way)
Everyday
So what is real, and what is fake and do you matter anyway?
It's nothing that I haven't heard
