Rush-Of-Emotions

Who's to know if the soul will fade at all Selling it to fool the world Due to poor self-esteem that you carry with all the pain Good grief! You're coming up with reasons Oh, no! You're dragging it out Good lord! You're projecting it as treason I feel so vile To follow me down Just fake it! If you're out of direction Fake it! If you don't belong here Fake it! If you don't feel affection I'm considering, everyone is such worthless hypocrites They call me notorious for living it up and not giving up Like a dragon in the sky Feeling the claws as they bring me up and high They say I'm a rebel soul Bad to bone, always ready to go