Fake My Way

Left the station

I'm a passerby

Traveling lonely

Under hazy skies

Nightlife chatter

I don't even try

I fake my way tonight

But I really won't survive

Woke up, forgot my name

Personal doubts and I feel ashamed

I'm hungry for the supernatural

Red skies and burning lungs

Picking up the pace 'cause

I'm still on the run

It's Monday, gotta act professional

Hopped up on bottle of gin

Smoking cigarettes while I'm chasing a win

I'm wondering, was it all intentional?

Sitting upright like an astronaut

Forgetting all my dreams while I'm blasting off

I'm hungry for the supernatural

I fake my way tonight

But I really won't survive