Smokes and mirrors...
The whole show business is all about wearing a mask.
You have to pretend that you're above the pain they want to inflict on you. You have to pretend you don't feel bad when they betray you.
So you sing about how you eat your enemies for breakfast. You sing about being better than the rest of them. you sing about being so damn good that there is no competition but deep down you know you're just full of shit.
You think "Maybe if I fake it, It'll become true", and you will do your best to make it happen... But you know deep down that it's a pack of lies you must carry to cope with the hard truth.
Be fake, keep smiling, and maybe people will end up loving you.
Be fake, keep smiling, perhaps you'll start to believe the shit you keep singing about.
Smoke and mirrors.
The show business could swallow you whole.
It would chew on you and would spit you out.
It's not for the faint of hearts.
It's not for the faint of hearts.
Lucky for me, I am not weak.
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