Testo di Liars

Up on that pedestal, baby. You're famous. You've got us on our knees Worshipping Your wages. Laugh on in Hollywood, It's understood. I'm not jealous Of your commercialized Suicide. Overwhelm us With hate for how you treat The incomplete. Rebellion. Redemption. Money speaks to me redundantly, Says, "Life aint no fucked fantasy." And we're not friends so let's not pretend That there's any substance in this. Stay up staring at the ceiling, Subconcious fight. We're against the glamorous, The gods - their laws, our fleeting rights. Blindly followed phony leaders Right off the cliffs. Landing on the rocks below And the sentenced to the worst dungeons Sink my teeth into temptation. The victims of so-called "circumstance" can hardly stand. Motivation is what you've lacked. Liars claim they broke the mold. They sold their souls Impending wreckage, Unprotected Deceptive idols. Wealth and stature, Flex your power Stop on those who dare oppose. I'm not flawless, I must confess. Beauty contests make me vomit.