Binge

Putting your head down, clenching your fists, you let it out.
Fresh flesh of lies drip from your teeth
As you growl at your insecurities
and howl out about your travesties

But a faker you are, a faker indeed
A binger of women and most recently, me
Emotions so produced; they're cut, airbrushed, auto-tuned
They climb the charts, hoping the headlines will validate you.

But you'll always end up the not-so-classic number two.
You put the "I" in lie,
You put the "eat" in cheat
Your gluttonous behaviors leave no room for digestion
Only a fattened ego and a stomach ached kind of mind

So cut, copy, press repeat
You put the "I" in lie,
You put the "eat" in cheat.