The Latest Plague

What would you say, if this blemished face This blemished face with a crooked nose Had a chance to say whatever he wanted From his blemished world of the unknown? Would you give a fuck if all that you heard Were nouns and verbs like shallow heartache? The sound of victory blowing up your world [Chorus] Fake faces everywhere I see Fake people looking back at me Sit down, don't tell me Don't tell me where I don't belong Oh, I heard a sick sad voice It was honesty, I turned to her and said: “We need to be medicated And you're the prescription For a forced out vision If you're with me, send the critics to hell With the sound of our voices” [Chorus] All you better-thans that fed us shit Will be knocked on the floor So don't you place your bets just yet All you treasure sleepers feed on shit You'll be knocked on the floor So don't you place [Chorus]