It seems as though that 
whoa's the only word you know and 
all those handclaps 
can't cover up what your songs lack. 
Let's be real, you'll fake your life just for a record deal. 
Let's cut the [bad word]  you don't care what you sing as long as it's a hit. 

Why do so many people not give a care? 
Is it that hard to write from the heart, not the hair? 
If the scene keeps on falling to more neon-pop, 
then I hope my heartbeat-b-beat just stops 

I'm sic, I'm sic, I'm sick of this 
I'm sic, I'm sic, I'm sick of this [bad word] 
I'm sic, I'm sic, I'm sick of 
these actors pretending what they play is music 

It's offensive and tragic 
The way you make mention 
of Mark, Tom, and Travis. 
There's more to their message 
than what's on the surface; 
You can write melodies 
with actual purpose 

So tell me 
Why do so many people not give a care? 
Is it that hard to write from the heart, not the hair? 
If the scene keeps on falling to more neon-pop, 
then I hope my heartbeat-b-beat just stops 

I'm sic, I'm sic, I'm sick of this 
I'm sic, I'm sic, I'm sick of this [bad word] 
I'm sic, I'm sic, I'm sick of 
these actors pretending what they play is music 

I'm sick, but there's something that I must admit: 
You've turned a cynic like me into a believer 
I'm sick, but I've found the antidote for it 
in letting go of my silence with 
These actors pretending what they play is music