Look at these fools falling all over themselves
With masturbatory self-congratulation
And hearing them speak is like a personal hell
On a level with a rusty knife castration
Trying to get through the day to day
While regretting the past and dreading the future
And slapping on a smile like you're A-Okay
When really what you want is for someone to shoot 'ya
Staring at the face in the mirror
You see a little bit clearer
You need to take a break from faking
Staring right back from the mirror
Couldn't get any clearer
You need to take a break from falling
Down
Waking up dumber than the day before
Just a product of our fatuous environs
You hope and pray they'll come to take you away
But you get older every day, and never hear the sirens
Better pick up the pace cos you got a pretty face
If you don't run the race, well then you'll be forgotten
You think you might be next, for a payday or respect
But the ones who find success are always spoiled rotten
Staring at the face in the mirror
You see a little bit clearer
You need to take a break from faking
Staring right back from the mirror
Couldn't get any clearer
You need to take a break from falling
Down