| Who’s to know if your soul will fade at all? |
| The one you sold to fool the world |
| You lost your self-esteem along the way |
| Yeah |
| Good God, you’re comin' up with reasons |
| Good God, you’re draggin' it out |
| Good God, it’s the changin' of the seasons |
| I feel so raped |
| So follow me down — |
| And just fake it |
| If you’re out of direction |
| Fake it |
| If you don’t belong here |
| Fake it |
| If you feel like infection |
| Woah, you’re such a fuckin' hypocrite |
| And you should know that the lies won’t hide your flaws |
| No sense in hiding all of yours |
| You gave up on your dreams along the way |
| Yeah |
| Good God, you’re comin' up with reasons |
| Good God, you’re draggin' it out |
| Good God, it’s the changin' of the seasons |
| I feel so raped |
| So follow me down — |
| And just fake it |
| If you’re out of direction |
| Fake it |
| If you don’t belong here |
| Fake it |
| If you feel like infection |
| Woah, you’re such a fuckin' hypocrite |
| Woah |
| Woah |
| I can fake with the best of anyone. |
| I can fake with the best of 'em all. |
| I can fake with the best of anyone. |
| I can fake it all |
| Who’s to know if your soul will fade at all? |
| The one you sold to fool the world |
| You lost your self-esteem along the way |
| Yeah |
| Good God, you’re comin' up with reasons |
| Good God, you’re draggin' it out |
| Good God, it’s the changin' of the seasons |
| I feel so raped, man, follow me down — |
| And just fake it |
| If you’re out of direction |
| Fake it |
| If you don’t belong here |
| Fake it |
| If you feel like infection |
| Woah, you’re such a fuckin' hypocrite |
| Fake it |
| If you’re out of direction |
| Fake it |
| If you don’t belong here |
| Fake it |
| If you feel like infection |
| Woah, you’re such a fuckin' hypocrite |