When the sound in the air is dishonest
When the people who preach don’t believe it
I wonder how long it will take to catch on
Before everyone see’s through the bullshit
It’s a trend in the ballads I’m hearing
What will sell and accumulate fortunes
You can act all you like with the songs you don’t write
But those verses won’t make you a poet
I don’t believe you
No, no, no I don’t believe
I don’t believe you
No, no, no I don’t believe
I don’t believe the shit you speak
Your premise your presence your press
Am I the only one who thinks you’re a mess?
You’ve been rich all your life and made up sacrifice
And just bought your way into success
So maybe learn from the people beneath you
Or the ones who you claim have inspired you
Let your vanity wither and try to consider
That we’re all staring clearly right through you
That we’re all staring clearly right through you
I don’t believe you
No, no, no I don’t believe
I don’t believe you
No, no, no I don’t believe
I don’t believe the shit you speak
Don’t believe the tears you weep
Don’t believe your whole mystique
