What would you say, if this blemished face,
This blemished face with a crooked nose
Had a chance to say whatever he wanted 
from his blemished world of the unknown?

Would you give a [bad word] if all that you heard
Were nouns and verbs like shallow heartache?
The sound of victory blowing up your world, world

Fake faces everywhere I see,
Fake people looking back at me
Sit down, don't tell me,
Don't tell me where I don't belong

Fake faces everywhere I see,
Fake people looking back at me
Sit down, don't tell me,
Don't tell me where I don't belong

Oh, I heard a sick sad voice (Oh),
It was honesty, I turned to her and said,
We need to be medicated;
And you're the prescription,
For a forced out vision
If you're with me, send the critics to [bad word] 
with the sound of our voices

Fake faces everywhere I see,
Fake people looking back at me
Sit down, don't tell me,
Don't tell me where I don't belong

Fake faces everywhere I see,
Fake people looking back at me
Sit down, don't tell me
where I don't belong

All you better-thans that fed us [bad word] 
Will be knocked on the floor,
So don't you place your bets just yet
All you treasure sleepers feed on [bad word] 
You'll be knocked on the floor,
So don't you place...

Fake faces everywhere I see,
Fake people looking back at me
Sit down, don't tell me,
Don't tell me where I don't belong

Fake faces everywhere I see,
Fake people looking back at me
Sit down, don't tell me 
where I don't belong