lookin down through a page of faces and names burn em i ll waste my fumes a false rise to fame when you re all alone do you think about who you fool it s all me kid but now whos foolin who never thought itd come back on you but people like you who roll down hill chances got all but yourself your little world is nothing but you and you transfer this to everyone else put up a fight but hard to keep up nothings close to real this worlds about to clean up foolin who this is where it ends faces empty are comein back this is where it ends your rise to fame is only paperthin