Fake A-List
Found a way to buy more time
Another item on the black market and dark web
You'll find sources of all regret
Smothered across the internet
Keeping myself in check
Sometimes I tend
To want to be a trend
How many can I get
Extend my hand and complete the set
You'll find, the prying eyes
They compromise, your condition
Then you'll wish you had listened
I liked that part of me and now it's missing
Who am I, who was I
Document the self that wants the eyes and lines
That's not how I want to present
Why did I become this
I'm on a Fake A-List
Cashed in all my papers
Recruited my haters
My soul has been tainted
Went on a crusade
Some fate I made
Lost in an escape
Look at the mess I made
One mind out of place
Became the ending place
Of who I am
You can never get it back
Unless you walk everywhere flatpacked
Hidden by ghosts of a fantasy land you had
It only felt good when you were on the rise
Cultivate the seeds and there was demise
You'll never get it back
You'll find, the prying eyes
They compromise, your condition
Then you'll wish you had listened
I liked that part of me and now it's missing
Who am I, who was I
Document the self that wants the eyes and lines
That's not how I want to present
Why did I become this
I'm on a Fake A-List
Cashed in all my papers
Recruited my haters
My soul has been tainted
Went on a crusade
Some fate I made
Lost in an escape
Look at the mess I made
One mind out of place
Became the ending place
Of who I am
When I saw it happening
I had to hide in my own corner of satisfying
Keep everything under wraps and hope it gets discovered
When I'm food for rats
Oh sweet ignorance
Of the fame that I had
I can never turn my back
On all these possibilities
Yeah
And I'll be taken off the list
And I won't be tainted
By the media list
I don't want to be in any public eye
But what I want to achieve makes me a slave to that guy
I'm just a slave
But if I really want to do this I guess I have to embrace it
I'm on a Fake A-List
Cashed in all my papers
Recruited my haters
My soul has been tainted
Went on a crusade
Some fate I made
Lost in an escape
Look at the mess I made
One mind out of place
Became the ending place
Of who I am
Another item on the black market and dark web
You'll find sources of all regret
Smothered across the internet
Keeping myself in check
Sometimes I tend
To want to be a trend
How many can I get
Extend my hand and complete the set
You'll find, the prying eyes
They compromise, your condition
Then you'll wish you had listened
I liked that part of me and now it's missing
Who am I, who was I
Document the self that wants the eyes and lines
That's not how I want to present
Why did I become this
I'm on a Fake A-List
Cashed in all my papers
Recruited my haters
My soul has been tainted
Went on a crusade
Some fate I made
Lost in an escape
Look at the mess I made
One mind out of place
Became the ending place
Of who I am
You can never get it back
Unless you walk everywhere flatpacked
Hidden by ghosts of a fantasy land you had
It only felt good when you were on the rise
Cultivate the seeds and there was demise
You'll never get it back
You'll find, the prying eyes
They compromise, your condition
Then you'll wish you had listened
I liked that part of me and now it's missing
Who am I, who was I
Document the self that wants the eyes and lines
That's not how I want to present
Why did I become this
I'm on a Fake A-List
Cashed in all my papers
Recruited my haters
My soul has been tainted
Went on a crusade
Some fate I made
Lost in an escape
Look at the mess I made
One mind out of place
Became the ending place
Of who I am
When I saw it happening
I had to hide in my own corner of satisfying
Keep everything under wraps and hope it gets discovered
When I'm food for rats
Oh sweet ignorance
Of the fame that I had
I can never turn my back
On all these possibilities
Yeah
And I'll be taken off the list
And I won't be tainted
By the media list
I don't want to be in any public eye
But what I want to achieve makes me a slave to that guy
I'm just a slave
But if I really want to do this I guess I have to embrace it
I'm on a Fake A-List
Cashed in all my papers
Recruited my haters
My soul has been tainted
Went on a crusade
Some fate I made
Lost in an escape
Look at the mess I made
One mind out of place
Became the ending place
Of who I am
Credits
Writer(s): Oliver New
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