Open your eyes, read between the lines
Their book is fiction and it lacks a spine
They'll catch your ears
They'll build you up inside
Recycled one liners, don't compromise
(I can) clearly see what's on the screen
A distorted image of the industry
But the heart on your sleeve is so hard to believe
Reputation means everything when music means nothing

Things will change when you're back at home, you're all alone
You build yourself up so you can be different just like everyone else
But oh well, we're pointing the finger if you couldn't tell
Our hearts are not on our sleeves

They're where they should be. 

Live, live for yourself 
And nobody else
And fuck what they sell