Paroles: Tura Satana. Hypocrite.

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straight from the city of angels another fist full of anger keeping one in the chamber deal with the rage i
feel inside built up the guilt hypocritical suicide say another lie while i pretend i don't hear the so called
truth while i'm living in fear that i won't be found drown in the bullshit... cuz i don't wanna be a hypocrite
and the mirror tells me lies looking in my own eyes personality shifts and splits but i don't wanna be a... say
what you want try to call yourself a friend go with the flow jump on that ride go with the trend to my face-say
you think the world of me but behind my back your jealousy insecurity of who you are it starts to show
inferiority complex only you know but the mirror tells what your mouth won't i use to think that i knew you...
but i don't! don't, i don't... and never did. and the mirror tells me lies looking in my own eyes personality
shifts and splits but i don't wanna be a... and my mind it wonders why knowing that i can't cry stomach aches
and makes me sick cuz i'm a fucking hypocrite
[repeat the 2nd verse]
you keep fillin my mind with your bullshit [3x's] time to deal with the hypocrite... BITCH!