Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Pour me a drink,
yeah,
pour me a drink Lies in the pockets,
knives in the hands
They love to build you up just to watch you land
I see the shame,
I see the shame Your mask is slipping,
I see the shame
Words like glitter,
they cover the cracks But I see the truth in the things that you
lack Castigars,
they're all the same
Cheap thrills in a counterfeit frame
They pat your back, they stab it twice
Blindness comes out of every pride
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