Testo
Embodiment of a sinner
Faker of the year I'm probably the winner
I have the perfect life in my perfect world
Heartless, selfish fucking swine
I don't trust a soul
I keep my circle small
Not sure what friends I have left
Fuck them all
We are the ignorant
Idolize the fake I am the counterfeit
Can I face my reality?
Simulated fantasy
Ride the high 'til our wits end
Fed up with playing pretend
Counterfeit 'til I'm dead
A disappointment to the innocent
Sociopath hellbent on malevolence
So vain sick with obsession
Can't get enough of my reflection
I don't trust a soul
I keep my circle small
Not sure what friends I have left
Fuck them all
We are the ignorant
Idolize the fake I am the counterfeit
Can I face my reality?
Simulated fantasy
Ride the high 'til our wits end
Fed up with playing pretend
Counterfeit 'til I'm dead
'Til I'm dead
'Til I'm dead
'Til I'm dead
'Til I'm dead
Fuck them all
We are the ignorant
Idolize the fake I am the counterfeit
Can I face my reality?
Simulated fantasy
Ride the high 'til our wits end
Fed up with playing pretend
Counterfeit 'til I'm dead
'Til I'm dead
Simulated fantasy
Ride the high 'til our wits end
Fed up with playing pretend
Counterfeit 'til I'm dead
Fuck them all