Fake

Verse 1

You twist the story every time,

Paint yourself the saint in line,

Looking down from your paper throne,

But everybody sees what's shown.

Pre-Chorus

The mask keeps slipping from your face,

You can't hide behind disgrace.

Chorus

You are so damn fake and we all know it,

Every little act, every time you show it,

Playing hurt while you're stirring the flame,

Different excuse, but it's always the same.

Post-Chorus

Nobody's buying what you're selling,

The truth is louder than your yelling.

Verse 2

You talk so big, you talk so proud,

Always trying to rule the crowd,

But confidence built on empty air,

Falls apart when the facts are there.

Pre-Chorus

The cracks are showing every day,

No amount of spin can make them stay.

Chorus

You are so damn fake and we all know it,

Every little act, every time you show it,

Playing hurt while you're stirring the flame,

Different excuse, but it's always the same.

Post-Chorus

Nobody's buying what you're selling,

The truth is louder than your yelling.

Verse 3

Victim card always in your hand,

Looking for sympathy on demand,

Pointing fingers everywhere you go,

Hoping nobody notices the show.

Pre-Chorus

The spotlight fades, the curtain falls,

And honesty tears through your walls.

Chorus

You are so damn fake and we all know it,

Every little act, every time you show it,

Playing hurt while you're stirring the flame,

Different excuse, but it's always the same.

Post-Chorus

Nobody's buying what you're selling,

The truth is louder than your yelling.

Bridge

No more shadows, no more disguise,

No more stories, no more lies,

The mirror's waiting, face the view,

The biggest lie was always you.

Guitar Solo

Verse 4

The act is over, take a bow,

No one's fooled by you now,

The sympathy train has left the track,

And all your games are coming back.

Pre-Chorus

The truth remains when all is done,

And you can't outrun what you've become.

Chorus

You are so damn fake and we all know it,

Every little act, every time you show it,

Playing hurt while you're stirring the flame,

Different excuse, but it's always the same.

Post-Chorus

Nobody's buying what you're selling,

The truth is louder than your yelling.