Up on that pedestal, baby you're famous 
You've got us on our knees worshiping your wages 
Laugh on in Hollywood, it's understood 
I'm not jealous of your commercialized suicide 
Overwhelm us with hate 
For how you treat the incomplete 
Rebellion, Redemption 
Money speaks to me redundantly 
Says "life ain't no fucked fantasy" 
And we're not friends so let's not pretend 
That there's any substance in this 
Stay up staring at the ceiling 
Subconscious fight 
We're against the glamorous 
The gods have their laws 
Our fleeting rights 
Blindly followed phony leaders 
Right off the cliffs 
Landing on the rocks below 
And sentenced to the worst dungeons 
Sink my teeth into temptation 
The victims of so-called "circumstance" 
Can hardly stand 
Motivation is what you've lacked 

Liars claim they broke the mold 
They sold their souls 
Impending wreckage, unprotected, deceptive idols 
Wealth and stature, flex your power 
Stomp on those who dare oppose 
I'm not flawless 
I must confess 
Beauty contest make me vomit