15 May 2012
Your so fake it hurts, your so fake it almost works,
I can see through your fake secrets filling the air, hiding behind the painted face you wear,
Won't be telling my secrets anymore, you've broken them now so I'll show you the door,
Dime a dozen they seem to be everywhere, I'll still tell all they have to beware,
They morph from fake names, enabling them to play there fucked up games,
They lie and act so true, next thing you know they've got a hold on you,
There like wolves dressed as sheep, laughing while you weep,
Accepting so lovely into the pack, really just waiting for the right time to attack,
There manikins so plastic and fake, they don't give a thing but take and take,
Just be careful heed my warning, it could be you who next in the morning.
Fake • Opuss № I