Fakers Plague

Текст песни While She Sleeps - Fakers Plague

[Intro: Loz Taylor & Mat Welsh]
Pretenders
You've got a way with words
You've got a lot of nerve
Pretenders
Fuck this shit
I'd rather be a sinner than a hypocrite
I'm losing the will to live, I can't get enough of it, oh
There's a mirror at the end of the road

[Verse 1: Loz Taylor & Mat Welsh]
I can't do right for doing wrong, someone save me
Scratch that, I'll be wrong on my own (My own)
I'm tired of wasting my time, you're overrated
I don't trust this, I don't know where I am (Do you?)
I just can't see it for the sleight of hand
I wish I knew where to start

[Pre-Chorus: Loz Taylor & Mat Welsh]
Calling all pretenders (Evoke, provoke)
Dead eyes look white to the snowed, mainline the vulnerable
Calling all pretenders
We're living in a world too vicious to love

[Chorus: Loz Taylor with Mat Welsh]
We will stamp our feet and hope the devil can hear us
So he's waiting when you arrive
We won't be far behind
It's like we're feeling our way through the dark
There's a mirror at the end of the road
[Verse 2: Loz Taylor & Mat Welsh, Both]
The lights are on but no one knows you're suffocating
Don't pride yourself on denial
I'm losing my mind, you're overrated
Mercy games, let go, we're hooked on you
This comfort zone will destroy us too, you know
We're the fiends to an end, you know
We're the leaders of the misled (For fuck's sake)

[Pre-Breakdown: Loz Taylor]
Everybody's talking about the way that we destroy
And how to point the finger everywhere but in
You've got a lot of nerve
Nerve, fuck this shit
I'm losing the will to live 'cause you're a fucking hypocrite

[Breakdown: Loz Taylor & Mat Welsh, Both]
Go
Yeah
Fuck your leaders (Yeah)
Yeah

[Bridge: Loz Taylor & Mat Welsh]
We will stamp our feet and hope the devil can hear us
So he's waiting when you arrive
We won't be far behind
[Chorus: Loz Taylor with Mat Welsh]
We will stamp our feet and hope the devil can hear us
So he's waiting when you arrive
We won't be far behind
It's like we're feeling our way through the dark

[Outro: Loz Taylor with Mat Welsh]
We are so numb to our faithless morals
We find serenity here in this chaos
We're all chancers here you know
It's why we're drawn to the unknown
Let go