Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song FAKERS PLAGUE, artist - While She Sleeps. Date of issue: 05.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
FAKERS PLAGUE |
| Pretenders |
| You’ve got a way with words |
| You’ve got a lot of nerve |
| Pretenders |
| Fuck this shit |
| I’d rather be a sinner than a hypocrite |
| I’m losing the will to live |
| I can’t get enough of it |
| There’s a mirror at the end of the road |
| I can’t do right for doing wrong, someone save me |
| Scratch that, I’ll be wrong on my own |
| I’m tired of wasting my time, you’re overrated |
| I don’t trust this, I don’t know where I am (do you?) |
| I just can’t see it for the sleight of hand |
| I wish I knew where to start |
| Calling all pretenders |
| Evoke |
| Provoke |
| Dead eyes look white to the snowed, mainline the vulnerable |
| Calling all pretenders, we’re living in a world too vicious to love |
| We will stamp our feet and hope the devil can hear us |
| So he’s waiting when you arrive |
| We won’t be far behind |
| It’s like we’re feeling our way through the dark |
| There’s a mirror at the end of the road |
| The lights are on but no-one knows you’re suffocating |
| Don’t pride yourself on denial |
| I’m losing my mind, you’re overrated |
| Mercy games, let go |
| We’re hooked on you |
| This comfort zone will destroy us too you know |
| We’re the fiends to an end |
| You know, we’re the leaders of the misled |
| For fuck’s sake |
| Everybody’s talking about the way that we destroy |
| And how to point the finger everywhere but in |
| You’ve got a lot of nerve |
| Nerve |
| Fuck this shit |
| I’m losing the will to live cos you’re a fucking hypocrite |
| Go |
| Yeah |
| Fuck your leaders |
| Oh |
| Yeah |
| We will stamp our feet and hope the devil can hear us |
| So he’s waiting when you arrive |
| We won’t be far behind |
| We will stamp our feet and hope the devil can hear us |
| So he’s waiting when you arrive |
| We won’t be far behind |
| It’s like we’re feeling our way through the dark |
| We are so numb to our faithless morals |
| We find serenity here in this chaos |
| We’re all chancers here you know |
| It’s why we’re drawn to the unknown |
| Let go |