Songtext von The Lastest Plague

What would you say, If this blemished face, This blemished face With a crooked nose Had a chance to say Whatever he wanted From his blemished world Of the unknow? And would you give a fuck If all that you heard Were nouns and verbs Like shallow heartache? The sound, of victory Blowing up your world Fake faces everywhere i see Fake people looking back at me Sit down, don't tell me where i don't belong I heard a sick sad voice It was honesty, I turned to her and said, We need to be medicated; And you're the prescription, For a forced out vision If you're with me,send the Critics to hell with the sound Of our voices Fake faces everywhere i see, Fake people looking back at me Sit down, don't tell me where i don't belong All you better-thans that fed us shit, Will be knocked on the floor, So don't you place your bets just yet All you treasure sleepers feed on shit, You'll be knocked on the floor, So don't you place.............. Fake faces everywhere i see, Fake people looking back at me Sit down, don't tell me i don't belong