(leaking down) through a maze of
Faces and names
(blurred out) erased by guilt,
A false rise to fame
When you're all alone, do you
Think about who you fool
It's all a game kid, but now
Who's foolin' who
Never thought it'd come
Back on you
But people like you,
They roll down hill
Disreguard all but yourself, your
Little world is nothing but you
And you transfer this, to
Everyone else
Put up a front,
Try hard to keep up
You're nothing close to real, and
This world is about to clean up
(this is where it ends) faces and
Names are coming back
(this is where it ends) your rise
To fame is only paper thin
