The Story So Far (US) - Selling Out In Style lyrics

So sing to me, let me be your harshest critic Let me point out your mistakes And tell you you're a fake And let the chips fall where they may In a perfect world there will be no one to judge you Your lack of ink will be the thing that k**s you Follow the leader to the bank Congratulate, yourself for fooling everyone Now you tune your guitars to the sound of new cars Can you hear it, I think I hear it, I hear it So let me be the first one to speak in words you'll understand You're not getting anywhere You keep the kids believing in your fake musicianship You're not getting anywhere Turning the other cheek Integrity is forgotten As valid as last week Watch you sinking to the bottom It's no surprise that you don't hear The roaring applause has disappeared You've convinced yourself That the free shows and the sponsorships mean everything To you that's wealth, you should be more concerned about the audience They know you're faking it