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Tell me, assure me, I really can't believe your dishonesty.
Dissention, seeking attention, yet segregation from the ones' that =

really cared.

Tell me, assure me, I really can't believe your dishonesty.
Cash styled deadhead, no conscience or opinions.
Material gain bar happiness means shit.

It means shit.

Mass appeal madness eats your brain. False influence like a leach.
Sucking dry your veins. =


Public eyes see fit your second face.
Freakshow - fooling those who imitate.

Clever marketing to dominate. Screwing those who gave you your big =

break.

And when the bubble bursts, exposing your selfish crap.
You'll cry for sympathy, we'll just sit back and laugh