Rebuttal

Please fill me in, it's gone over my head

All the trends have gone rotten

All the preachers pretend

Fake

You're a fake when you break the skin

My hands start shaking when the words leave your mouth

Addiction becomes us when supply is running out

Constantly present we're used to the threat

I've abandoned my mission

I've been placing my bets

Fake

You're a fake when you break the skin

My hands start shaking when the words leave your mouth

Addiction becomes us when supply is running out