Fake

(альбом: Rise From The Dead - 2009)

So it seems that we can't talk about the things that matter
Can you read my lips? My voice will get lost in chatter
I can tell that you are thinking
Twisting your hair into knots
I can infer by your face
That they are not good thoughts

But why'd it get so hard to communicate?
And why can't anyone, anyone
Just mean what they say?

It's like a game parents play with their sons and daughters
First, a name, then train them with fast food and sweet waters
First they say
"You can be anything you want to be."
Then later they add
"Well, anything that makes you good money."

So why'd it get so hard to communicate?
And why can't anyone, anyone
Just mean what they say?

'Cuz people say "Hello there!" and "How are you doing?"
Then barely wait for a one worded answer just to keep on moving
So why pretend to care for me?
I can see you're rushing
And I'm not offended but I would prefer it
If you would say nothing

'Cuz fake is such a nasty habit
So break it with the others while you're at it, oh
Fake is such a nasty habit, oh
break it with the others while you're at it

So why'd it get so hard to communicate?
And why can't anyone, anyone
Just mean what they say?

Oh, why'd it get so hard to communicate?
And why can't anyone
Just mean what they say?

Oh, why'd it get so hard
To commun to commun to commun to commun
To communicate?