HACK from BACKWOODS FOOL by Fangerlis

I've been losing my grip on the wayside
Living my life in a mudslide
How will I know when I'm doing it right,
When I only know what wrong feels like?

My mind is restless
My chest is caving in
The house lights fall,
Time to start the show
But I don't know where to begin

Playing as a poet by day
But I'm a charlatan by trade
Gritting my teeth when you look my way
But everyone has a point when they
Break

Every night I lay down to dream
My mind is racing I can't sleep
It's getting harder and harder to breathe
I'm choking on my own mediocrity

I'm a hack, I'm a fake, I'm a hypocrite
I'm a loser, I'm a poser, I'm a piece of shit
Con artist is what you see
I play along and you all believe

Cuz I've been losing my grip on the wayside
Living my life in a mudslide
How will I know when I'm doing it right,
When I only know what wrong feels like?

My mind is restless
My chest is caving in
The house lights fall,
Time to start the show
But I don't know where to begin

• Folk
• bluegrass
• bluegrass punk
• folk punk
• Madison