Public Relations Lyrics

I'm selling out, who's buying in? I'm up, I'm down to fuck

Upgrade to a king-size bed, slow it down, watch them writhe. Till they can't take it

Public relations, answers prepared. Fake it till you make it. Aim the shot and take it

Public relations, make those morons care. Answer the questions, dead inside

I'm vibing out as time ticks down. Flying high, I'm all messed up

Fallen angel crash in my arms, in my dreams and vivid nightmares too. She looks like you

Public relations, answers prepared. Fake it till you make it. Aim the shot and take it

Public relations, make those morons care. Answer the questions, dead inside

Dead everywhere. Whatever happens, happens. Anyway, anyways

Call me up, I'll make it happen. Any day, any day

Public relations, answers prepared. Fake it till you make it. Aim the shot and take it

Public relations, make those morons care. Answer the questions, dead inside. Dead everywhere