Fake

See me coming, I got itsy-bitsy teeny
Moving parts, whoa
They're all colliding and vibrating in a cloud of silver sparks, whoa
I don't want
Anybody else
Faking up my style
Got enough fake for myself

You can come alive
You can fake somebody else
But I'm dumb enough to figure it out
What's good for my health
It's seems the emperor got a temper
Got no room to deviate, whoa
He's getting groovy, 'cause he loosely like
To master all debate, whoa

I don't want
Anybody else
Faking up my style
Got enough fake for myself
You can get onboard
You can hang with something else

'Cause I'm dumb enough figuring out
Could I have the benefit of the doubt
'Cause the scabs are skinning over the cuts now on my knees
See them crawling out of the woodwork
A danger to yourself, reacting
(You're fooling no-one) your plays just common over acting

I don't want
Anybody else
Faking up my style
Got enough fake for myself
You can come alive
You can fake somebody else
But I'm dumb enough to figure it out
What's good for my health