Too many people saying "look at me"
My f*cking self is who I'd rather be
You've got no cause when you shout and scream
If push comes to shove
You'd remain unseen
Crisis
Crisis
Can't find identity
And now you're dancin' in a f*cked up world
With your aesthetic fallacy
30 years old, showed up last week
Brand new person, no history
Turn the clock back, you'll still see me
So I reserve the right to all the shit I speak
Use the scene as a f*cking shell
Only give a shit to promote yourself
Don't give a f*ck who you know real well
You're rich and famous
We live through hell
F*ck off
I hate everything it's come to be
It's time
To put an end to your Hollywood fantasy
Crisis
Crisis
Can't find identity
You won't live in my f*cked up world
You don't belong
I'm sick and tired of your fake ass act
You've exploited our world
I think it's f*cking wack
Only a matter of time before you learn
We will be
Watching you
Everywhere you look and turn