Paroles: Tristan Prettyman. Hypocrite.

Surrounded by such morons
they stand on their heads to please one another
bow down, in each others presence
only to turn around for more lies

Hate the moon, but you say you love the stars
and you ride around in your fancy cars
what a hypocrite you are
well these contradictions have gone way to far

I can hear you but I, cant make out the words
and are you for real or are you pretend?
cause you always say one thing, and do another

and for what? what are you trying to cover?

hate the moon, but you say you love the stars
you'll ride around in your parents fancy cars
what a hypocrite you are
these contradictions have gone way to far