Smoke & Mirrors

Oh, Another face joins the crowd

It's time to impress; time to prove yourself

You don't realize that in a year's time you'll be over this

Moved on to the nexxt trend

Moved on to the next catchy melody

Moved on to the next trend

Here's your next catchy melody

So say what you will

Do what you feel you must

Your words just fuel my rage

And fill my heart with disgust

I know what really matters

I know who will be there

The rest of you could wither away and not a piece of me would care

Tommorrow none of you will mean a goddamn thing

You're spread so thin

We see right through your display

A procession of smoke and mirrors

Tommorrow none of you will mean a goddamn thing to me

In time everything grows stale and old

I'll hold on to what I have and never let go

Tommorow none of you will mean a goddamn thing