The Latest Plague

What would you say, if this blemished face

This blemished face with a crooked nose

Had a chance to say whatever he wanted

From his blemished world of the unknown?

Would you give a fuck if all that you heard

Were nouns and verbs like shallow heartache?

The sound of victory blowing up your world

Fake faces everywhere I see

Fake people looking back at me

Sit down, don't tell me

Don't tell me where I don't belong

Oh, I heard a sick sad voice

It was honesty, I turned to her and said:

"We need to be medicated

And you're the prescription

For a forced out vision

If you're with me, send the critics to hell

With the sound of our voices"

Fake faces everywhere I see

Fake people looking back at me

Sit down, don't tell me

Don't tell me where I don't belong

All you better-thans that fed us shit

Will be knocked on the floor

So don't you place your bets just yet

All you treasure sleepers feed on shit

You'll be knocked on the floor

So don't you place

Fake faces everywhere I see

Fake people looking back at me

Sit down, don't tell me

Don't tell me where I don't belong