Fake Smile Olympics

​[Verse 1]

​Pill-bottle parade, marching through the damn hall

Got my poker face glued on, I can't afford to slip or fall

This whole life's a stadium, where the judges are just ghosts

Choke on the happy ending, while you toast the fucking host

I'm the gold medal hypocrite, with poison on my breath

Winning this Fake Smile Olympics is a slow, self-inflicted death.

​[Pre-Chorus]

Crawl through the wreckage, just to prove I'm fine

Hold your breath, clench your jaw—this whole life is a lie!

They’re counting every twitch, every shiver, every single tear

NOW Scream IT for the cameras: "I'm the best damn loser here!"

​[Chorus]

This is the finale! [Scream] WATCH ME BURN!

I perfected the plastic, there’s no damn return!

The crowd is screaming for a breakdown, they want the truth to hit

But I’ll take the podium, while the blood drips from my spit

FAKE SMILE! [Scream] "FucKING FAKE!" Olympics!—Yeah, I earned my crown of thorns!

​[Verse 2]

​Ink bleeds on the contract, for the soul I had to sell

To keep the performance going, dragging myself through this imaginary hell

My ribs are painted targets, for the jealousy and spite

Yeah, they'll applaud the fighter, as long as he falls short of the light

I hear the whispering losers plotting from the cheap seats

"He's not as broken as he looks"—they're jealous of my fake defeats.

​[Chorus]

This is the FINALE! [Scream] WATCH ME BURN!

I perfected the plastic, there’s no damn return!

The crowd is screaming for a breakdown, they want the truth to hit

But I’ll take the podium, while the blood drips from my spit

FAKE SMILE! [Scream] "FucKING FAKE!" Olympics!—Yeah, I earned my crown of thorns!

The only training I endured was staring at the glass

Practicing the angle of a grin that wouldn't ever pass.

I look good on the poster, but my hands are tied with wire

Every high-five is a lie, fueling this damn pyre.

​[Guitar Solo]

​**[Fast, aggressive, and melodramatic solo with pinch harmonics and a heavy breakdown toward the end.]**

​[Chorus]

This is the finale! [Scream] WATCH ME BURN!

I perfected the plastic, there’s no damn return!

The crowd is screaming for a breakdown, they want the truth to hit

But I’ll take the podium, while the blood drips from my spit

FAKE SMILE! [Scream] "FucKING FAKE!" Olympics!—Yeah, I earned my crown of thorns!

I'm winning... I'm winning... [Growl] I’M ALONE!

Hahaha....

I'm winning.....

Or....

Am I?