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I never said I was your goddamn superman
Late at night, sittinâ up in my room
Sippinâ on adrenaline and pacing over you
Lately you hate what I say
But you canât hate me to my face
Iâm for real, just call it like I see
Obsessed and possessive
You donât know true shit about me
Thereâs a temper in your tone
That mouth left you on your own
Fake, fake it till you make
Enough to buy some faith from who
Is dumb enough to pray to you
Hero, hero
Everybody just want a payroll
If the price is right, they might be your
Hero, hero
Pray to these fake relatable gods
Pay them for attention till they get off
Fake, fake it till you make
Enough to buy some faith from who
Is dumb enough to pray to you
Hero, hero
Everybody just want a payroll
If the price is right, they might be your
Hero, hero
Fake, fake it till you make
Enough to make you feel like a
Hero, hero
Everybody just want a payroll
If the price is right, they might be your
Hero, hero
- Album:
- Headspace
- Black Diamonds (EP)
- Rehab
- Issues
- COMA
- The Realest
- Diamond Dreams
- King of Amarillo
- Black Diamonds
- Hooligans
- Hooligans - Single
- King of Amarillo - Single
- Princeton Ave
- Princeton Ave - Single
- Punk Goes Pop, Volume 5
- Punk Goes Pop, Vol. 5
- Punk Goes Pop 5
- Stingray Affliction
- 2014 Warped Tour Compilation
- Metal Matters