Tell me you don't care, lie me on the face

All your money spent, all your dreams are fake

You got all the gear, but always hit wrong notes

And I'm here, outside is cold, my cheap laptop is spitting gold

Casualitie does´t exist, yes you did it, then i spit

You think that we are dumb, but you can´t lie no one

You got reviews on magazines, and the promo makes those hits

You are friend of the algorithm and got an interview per week

Yeah, tell me you're an indie, cause I know what that is

You said you're a freak, just check out all my shit

That talent does´t exist, you just learned how to steal

Copy, breathe and dream, never a propper gig

You haven´t crafted yourself, and I'm a craftsman man

I'm all day taking care

This poison tastes so well, I'm building songs everydays

I'm an architect of taste

And I'm alone, I'm alone, I'm alone

just two hands and one brain

I'm alone, I'm alone, I'm alone

There's no tricks on my game

And I'm alone, I'm alone, I'm alone

just two hands and one brain

I'm alone, I'm alone, I'm alone

There's no tricks on my game

And I'm alone, I'm alone, I'm alone

just two hands and one brain

I'm alone, I'm alone, I'm alone

There's no tricks on my game

And I'm alone, I'm alone, I'm alone

just two hands and one brain

I'm alone, I'm alone, I'm alone

There's no tricks on my game

And I'm alone, I'm alone, I'm alone

just two hands and one brain

I'm alone, I'm alone, I'm alone

There's no tricks on my game

And I'm alone, I'm alone, I'm alone

just two hands and one brain

I'm alone, I'm alone, I'm alone

There's no tricks on my game