Fake -

Ascending from the common, look into the bottom

It will call you soon

It’s all too perfect, like a growing insect

You’re locked up in a cocoon

(still it’s like an empty tomb)

For your audience, all you do make sense

So little to care about

They like it best when they are impressed

By your mighty bank account

(The days you’d better start to count)

One day I’ll see you crawling deep beneath the dirt of your

Serenity you broadcast from a sickening world so purely fake

You’re not different, just a human fragment

That’s nothing but sold and bought

The spotlight’s shining and the cams are rolling

The peace of mind you’ve sought

(the peace of a mind without a thought)