All Hype, No Heart
All hype, no heart
Brain dead as fuck without a clue
You just follow those around you
I got no respect for the way you dress; you just do this for effect
I've never changed
We might look the same but you're everything I hate
You have no idea just how I got here
And no matter what you do you're just a fake
You'll never understand just what this is
Or what this is about
You'll never fit in with me or my friends
So go fuck yourself
Brain dead as fuck without a clue
You just follow those around you
I got no respect for the way you dress; you just do this for effect
I've never changed
We might look the same but you're everything I hate
You have no idea just how I got here
And no matter what you do you're just a fake
You'll never understand just what this is
Or what this is about
You'll never fit in with me or my friends
So go fuck yourself
Credits
Writer(s): Lloyd Roberts, Sebastian Barlow, Ben Barlow
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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