The lie is so real, I almost believe it Conceit flows like sewage How could you conceive it? Shake my hand, look me in the eye Smile and think of ways I'll die
Wrapped in a fur, trapped in a cancer The swansong's over for the littlest dancer
Mistrust so explosive, apathetic corrosive When I ask for it straight up False face is compulsive Try to stand tall, falling face down Big fish, Small town, Small fish, Ghost town