Can't I just blow you away
With what I mean, how I say
It's hard to write what I can't feel
when all you want is mass appeal
what you want, it isn't real
It isn't real
You should know most of it's fake
smoke and mirrors, for money's sake
Start to think of when you'll stray
Loose it all be stuck this way
Between the lines, I'm not okay
I'm not okay
This industry, industry
will get the best of me, best of me
Your industry, industry
will be the death of me
Death of me.