Rebuttal

Please, fill me in, it's gone over my head
All the trends have gone rotten
All the preachers pretend

Fake, you're a fake when you break the skin
Fake, you're a fake when you break the skin

My hands start shaking when the words leave your mouth
Addiction becomes us when supply's running out
Constantly present, we're used to the threat
I've abandoned my mission, I've been placing my bets

Fake, you're a fake when you break the skin
Fake, you're a fake when you break the skin

My hands start shaking when the words leave your mouth
Addiction becomes us when supply is running out