Lyrics:

Strophe 1

Without a target or a destination
You sell your soul to those who know your needs
You play your role as good as you can
You need attention endlessly

As a cover of a magazine
You look fantastic that's all you mean
You tell your stories to those who think
That you are someone special but I know you ain't!

Strophe 2

Do you believe you could have ever made it
Without the help of any industries
It may be hard but you will have to face it
You are just a fool with no identity

As a cover of a magazine
You look fantastic that's all you mean
You tell your stories to those who think
That you are someone special but I know you ain't!

I could read your lines
Words just written for the ashes
I could see your lies
I will watch them fall apart
I could feel your life
Is addicted to the masses
I could see your lies
And I will watch them fall apart