Your words are like an anesthetic.nI try to listen but I just get fed up,nIt's just like putting people to sleep,nCuz what's nice on the surface ain't so nice underneath.nnAt the state of the union we agree to applaud,nIt gets pretty easy just to smile and nodnAnd what's fraud and what's not all gets lostnIn the roar of the empty applause.nnI know you're talking but I think I've heard andnOh, I'm tired of hollow words.nnPop music is like NovacainenPrescribed for a world where you feel no painnA world of pinks and purples and bluesnWhere what's real and what's not get confusednnI had role models who never followed through.nIf you can't count on themnWell then what do you do?nAnd I just don't know who I can trust anymore.nnIt's something false that you pretend is true andnIt's not a matter of the misconstrued.nYou think you're on top and I've heard it beforenAnd I don't wanna be reassured.nnYou're not the first and you're not the thirdnAnd I'm just tired of hollow words.