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The World Is A Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid To Die

Faker

 

Faker

(альбом: Always Foreign - 2017)


Will you be faking it when the businesses fail
And your money is revealed for what it is?
Will you be faking it when it's safer to joke
And the laughter's seen on screens in silence?

Will you be faking it when we're tied to the tracks
Denying that there's rope around our wrists?
Will you be faking it when they're rounding us up
And your sources all assure it's just a test?

Tell yourself again
"Nothing is wrong with this place."
Never say it when
We're standing face to face

You will be faking it when the businesses fail
And your money is revealed as meaningless
You will be faking it when it's safer to joke
And the laughter's shared on threads in silence

You will be faking it when we're tied to the tracks
Denying that the ropes even exist
You will be faking it when they're rounding us up
And every coward's advocating it

Tell yourself again
"Nothing is wrong with this place."
Never say it when
We're standing face to face

Faker, if there is a hell
You've done what you need to do
If there is a hell
It's ready and waiting for you

So are we awake yet?
Has it been working?
Can we go home sometime today?
Where do the spirits fade
In our weakest dreams
When belief crumbles away?

Where do the fires start
In the city streets
When the whole flag burns away?
The blossom withers
Of true emotion
And heartfelt honesty

I never dreamed you
Wouldn't keep your word
But that's a truth that you can hide
Six-weeks gone
In hyperbolic sleep
We feel our blood pumping weak

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