Please, fill me in, it's gone over my head All the trends have gone rotten All the preachers pretend Fake, you're a fake when you break the skin Fake, you're a fake when you break the skin My hands start shaking when the words leave your mouth Addiction becomes us when supply's running out Constantly present, we're used to the threat I've abandoned my mission, I've been placing my bets Fake, you're a fake when you break the skin Fake, you're a fake when you break the skin My hands start shaking when the words leave your mouth Addiction becomes us when supply is running out