Poseur

A river you're bound to be found in The rope you're bound to be hanged in The noose beckons you swinging A blabe of malice slits your throat. Store-bought attitude and spit You're a just sugar-coated piece of sh.it You're so unreal it's evident A goddamn insult to the rest of us. You seek to be a rebel But you just have greed The pit of your being Long lost and forgotten You can tell the same lie a thousand more times But it won't get anymore true So close your eyes once more and once believe That they all still believe in you