Searching and searching, just to find yourself,
Every time I see you, you’re someone else.
Build your image - to mask your hollow insides.
Build your image - somethings you just can’t hide.
It never has, it never will,
All that shit means nothing to me.
I see through the fashion parade,
It’s so fucking fake.
Never - it means nothing to me.
Look inside your heart, that’s who you fucking are.
Sometimes, sometimes it’s all you are.
Build your image - to mask your hollow insides.
Build your image - is there substance inside?