Cross my heart
And hope to die
Stick a needle in my eye
Who's to know if your soul will fade at all. The one you sold to fool the world. You lost your self-esteem along the way. Yeah.
Good god you're coming up with reasons. Good god you're dragging it out. Good god it's the changing of the seasons. I feel so raped. So follow me down. And just fake it if you're out of direction. Fake it if you don't belong here. Fake it if you feel like affection. Woah you're such a fucking hypocrite.
And you should know that the lies won't hide your flaws. No sense in hiding all of yours. You gave up on your dreams along the way. Yeah.
Good god you're coming up with reasons. Good god you're dragging it out. Good god it's the changing of the seasons. I feel so raped. So follow me down. And just fake it if you're out of direction. Fake it if you don't belong here. Fake it if you feel like affection. Woah you're such a fucking hypocrite.
Whoah. Whoah.
I can fake with the best of anyone. I can fake with the best of em all. I can fake with the best of anyone. I can fake it all.
Who's to know if your soul will fade at all. The one you sold to fool the world. You lost your self-esteem along the way. Yeah.
Good god you're coming up with reasons. Good god you're dragging it out. Good god it's the changing of the seasons. I feel so raped. So follow me down. And just fake it if you're out of direction. Fake it if you don't belong here. Fake it if you feel like affection. Woah you're such a fucking hypocrite.
Fake it if you're out of direction. Fake it if you don't belong here. Fake it if you feel like infection. Woah you're such a fucking hypocrite.
SEETHER : FAKE IT
Chairs thrown and tables toppled, Hands armed with broken bottles, Standing no chance to win but, We're not running, we're not running.
There's a point I think we're missing, It's in the air we raise our fists in, In the smiles we cast each other, My sister, my brother.
About the time we gave up hoping We'd ever find these locks still open, Stumbling on stones unturned, The hurt we feel, we all have earned.
The lines we cross in search of change, but all they see is treason.
Although we have no obligation to stay alive On broken backs we beg for mercy, we will survive (Break out) I won't be left here Behind closed doors.
Bonfires burn like beacons, Guiding the lost and weakened. Flames dance on crashing waves, Guiding ships who've gone astray
Time out, let's stop and think this through, We've all got better things to do, Than talk in circles, run in place, Answers are inches from our face.
Although we have no obligation to stay alive On broken backs we beg for mercy, we will survive (Break out) I won't be left here Behind closed doors.
Black eyes, broken fingers, Blood drips and I let it run down my lips into my swollen gums. When hope is non-existent, Our instincts all scream "Run", We never turn our backs or even bite our tongues.
Although we have no obligation to stay alive On broken backs we beg for mercy, we will survive (Break out) I won't be left here Behind closed doors. x2
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS : RISE AGAINST
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