[Intro] [Instrumental groove build] [Verse 1] Oh, look at you, the king of clichés, Leaning just right, perfecting your gaze. Skimming Rock, like it's some deep art, But we all know you're just playing the part. [Verse 2] Ok, look at you, the king of clichés, Leaning just right, Suspicion in gaze . Fake on the stage, it’s a bad apple cart, But we all hear it, art without the heart. [Pre Chorus] The song’s are sweet, like sugar and cream, But there's no substance, like counting sheep in a dream. [Chorus] you fall short, fall short, fall short. you fall short, fall short, fall short. you fall short, fall short, fall short. you fall short, fall short, fall short. [Verse 3] name in lights, oh what a sight, deep inside, you know it ain't right. Shitty arse riffs and auto-tuned tracks, The real numbers carry it on their backs. [Pre Chorus] The song’s are sweet, like sugar and cream, But there's no substance, ….like counting sheep in a dream. [Chorus] you fall short, fall short, fall short. you fall short, fall short, fall short. you fall short, fall short, fall short. you fall short, fall short, fall short. [Bridge] So here's to the ones who fake the strife, Living that manufactured life. Keep on posing, keep on the show, But deep down, we all know... [Pre Chorus] You know you’re a rock god, edgy, clothes slick… “Please” so fuckin boring, it’s as bland as shit. [Chorus] you fall short, fall short, fall short. you fall short, fall short, fall short. you fall short, fall short, fall short. you fall short, fall short, fall short. [Chorus] you fall short, fall short, fall short. you fall short, fall short, fall short. you fall short, fall short, fall short. you fall short, fall short, fall short. [Outro] [instrumental groove decline] [End Song] [End Audio]