Fake life

i pour all my blood on your ignorance to awake that you inside, outside, beside your whispers that quake that you use to calm down with some artificial diversion you look solicitous 'bout your social status dimension but you know you're faking you feel the hollow, you're shaking all the way from my side you're not looking very well so pale the night seems to be your way of forgetting the day when you work for those rich guys who don't know who the hell you are for the papers that pay for the pressure stirring your blood and scar your foolish patience with a shooting star they covered your eyes with a fake life tv and magazines present the ideal wife terrorists threaten your promotion time give me a break, i don't give a dime for this cheap way of buying your breath and supply you're numb with illusions of comfort and try to steer clear of the truth that it's just about ourselves we have to dig deep, not someone else