Faker

(verse 1) braindead, too bad, not sorry for being so wasted collided, deepminded, so sorry to hear you're insulted tell me about your sweet dreams, the things that i can not see, tell me about you're precious vision tell me about how i've screwed, every single one of you, tell me about my cardinal sin (chorus) cool with the obscene, happy to be seen but that my son is a privilege to the gifted i can make it my way, it will be as i say but that my son is a privilege to the gifted It's a privilege to the gifted (verse 2) classy, messy, we can't get along can we euphoric, moronic, i think this is iconic the distribution of ink, makes you sick and you think, the value you value is nothing so my creation must be, the very end of your glee, the perversion of the century (chorus) cool with the obscene, happy to be seen but that my son is a privilege to the gifted i can make it my way, it will be as i say but that my son is a privilege to the gifted It's a privilege to the gifted (bridge) where the writer dreads the word, the songs can not be heard, but we convey the same, and even if you shame the common ground we share is where we dare, to dare, to emphasize to mesmerize to vandalize cool with the obscene, happy to be seen but that my son is a privilege to the gifted i can make it my way, it will be as i say but that my son is a privilege to the gifted It's a privilege to the gifted only to the gifted we are gifted we are gifted