Pseudo crippling and complicated, its all superficial ego lies

Picture perfect is so overrated, don't be a puppet to the string and ties

I am the one with a loaded gun so don't make me use it on you,

I am the kind with a gunshot mind, don't try to abuse it

Cuz even though I feel isolated, how does your loneliness compare to mine?

This funny feeling is inebriation, the work is spinning at the speed of light

To be the best you have to live a lie, just be a faker all the fucking time

Be number one and break the finish line

And do it over again and again and again and again and again

It's a strange, it's strange work we're living in

Pseudo crippling infatuated, super fascist fucking ego lies

Pretty picturesque manipulators, they'll try to sell you on a suit and tie

I am the one with a loaded gun, now I'm gonna use it on you

I am the kind with a gunshot mind, reload and re-use It

Cuz even though the world is complicated, how does your suffering compare to mine?

This funny feeling is intoxicating, I've walked this road about a thousand times

To be the best you have to live a lie, just be a faker all the fucking time

Be number one and break the finish line

And do it over and over and over and over again.

It's a strange, it's a strange strange world we're living in