| Get it while you know it’s good, the risk was made to take. |
| There’s a million desperate wants; I only expect pain. |
| Pages and pages blank, a fashion of disease. |
| Clean up and make it yours, oh but not for free… |
| Oh it gets to me, |
| Oh, whatever. |
| You… It’s easy to believe a pretty face. |
| You… We have a choice and we still choose the fake. |
| You… It’s not my job to think for you, it’s not my place. |
| Get it while you know it’s good, the risk was made to take. |
| Clean up and make it yours, oh but not for free… |
| Oh it gets to me, |
| Oh, whatever. |
| You… It’s easy to believe a pretty face. |
| You… We have a choice and we still choose the fake. |
| You… It’s not my job to think for you, it’s not my place. |
| You… It’s easy to believe a pretty face. |
| You… We have a choice and we still choose the fake. |
| You… It’s not my job to think for you, it’s not my place. |
| It’s easy to believe a pretty face. |
| We have a choice and we still choose the fake. |
| You… It’s not my job to think for you, it’s not my place. |