Once there was a purpose,
once there was a voice
Its gotten so deluded,
robbed of its claws
Picked,
stripped,
bones clean
Left the heart,
took what you need
Waterd down,
now it's just a parody
Once there was a reason,
once there was a soulo
Now just a paper tiger,
roaring at the mall
Picked,
stripped,
bones clean
You've got the look,
you've got the style
Left the substance,
in a year where will you be
Somebody's fakin' it
Somebody's fakin' it
Somebody's fakin' it
Somebody's fake
Call you out,
its not a comodity
Call you out,
without integrity
Call you out,
or an ego driven game
Call you out,
let you in with open arms and open mind
You had a taste
You turn around,
spit it out
And slap it right in the face
Somebody's fakin' it
Look at them they're fakin' it
Fakin' the punk
