Once there was a purpose, once there was a voice Its gotten so deluded, robbed of its claws Picked, stripped, bones clean Left the heart, took what you need Waterd down, now it's just a parody Once there was a reason, once there was a soulo Now just a paper tiger, roaring at the mall Picked, stripped, bones clean You've got the look, you've got the style Left the substance, in a year where will you be Somebody's fakin' it Somebody's fakin' it Somebody's fakin' it Somebody's fake Call you out, its not a comodity Call you out, without integrity Call you out, or an ego driven game Call you out, let you in with open arms and open mind You had a taste You turn around, spit it out And slap it right in the face Somebody's fakin' it Look at them they're fakin' it Fakin' the punk