Can't I just blow you away
With what I mean, how I say?
It's hard to write what I can't feel

When all you want is mass appeal
What you want, it isn't real
It isn't real


You should know most of it's fake
Smoke and mirrors for money's sake

Start to think of when you'll stray
Loose it all be stuck this way
Between the lines, I'm not okay

I'm not okay

This industry, industry

Will get the best of me
Best of me


Your industry, industry
Will be the death of me
Death of me