Can't I just blow you away
With what I mean, how I say
It's hard to write what I can't feel
When all you want is mass appeal...

What you want, it isn't real...
It isn't real...

You should know most of it's fake
Smoke and mirrors, for money's sake
Start to think of when you'll stray
Loose it all be stuck this way...

Between the lines, I'm not o'kay...
I'm not o'kay...

This industry, industry
Will get the best of me, best of me...
Your industry, industry
Will be the death of me, death of me...

Death of me...
Death of me...
Death of me...
Death of me...
Death of me...
Death of me...
Death of me...
Death of me...

Death of me...
Death of me...
Death of me...
Death of me...
Death of me...
Death of me...
Death of me...
Death of me...