I almost can't stand to watch, as we are made to sufferIn a scene run by fashion, and what label you are onWake up, look around, at what your living forWake up, look around, what are you living forIt's not a popularity contest for you to judgeIt's about what's in your heart, and what you can believe inI've seen your game, one thousand times beforeYou're nothing new, we know what you will doYou lie inside, you hide behind your girls, your moneyThey won't mean a thingI won't play your gameI will never be like youLying to everyone, lying to myselfNow we are, right here, tell me what you believeWe won't let you, tell us who we really are