Chains of Pretense

Your loud words can't prove you're different Bragging rights don't mean you've scored Acting tough; but who's keeping score? Pierced and dyed, but still you're bored [Pre-Chorus] I'm too real You're all show You talk fast, and claim you're enlightened But your eyes, they still look for more A rebel's stance with no cause to fight for In vintage tees, but your soul's from a store [Pre-Chorus] I refuse To join your parade You say 'sick', but you're sick of what? Jumpin' on the latest fad, you're stuck In a loop, just a rebel façade Shoutin' loud, but your words, they're all flawed [Pre-Chorus] Original? Just a ghost I'm tied down To the essence, that's pure You're up high, in those clouds of pretense With a pose, but no roots to ensure [Chorus] You scream 'anarchy', but sleep in soft beds Claim to break chains, but just forge your own locks