Uploaded January 2011 | Updated September 2026, 1 day ago

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Lyrics:
You're not dead, you're deceased
You weren't fired, you were released
Living with the fabrications
You gotta read between the lines

All Arabs drive taxis in New York
No Asians know how to use a fork
All Indians work in gas stations
Living in a Fabrication Nation

When you're living in a nation
Held up by the fabrications
Lies and hypes and stereotypes
You begin to question your own creation

You're not fat, you're merely soft
And girls don't sweat they glisten
Do you notice how ears are unimportant
When no one seems to listen?

You're promiscuous, not a slut
You're mentally unstable, not a nut
Do you notice how ideas are hardly there
When no one seems to care

When you're living in a nation
Held up by the fabrications
Lies and hypes and stereotypes
You begin to question your own creation

So when they tell you you're no different
Open up your ears and listen
What they say is a replication
Of what they see in publications
Of magazines and TV shows
Movies and songs on their radios
Then you'll see the world through their eyes
Buildings made of legos and people made of lies

When you're living in a nation
Held up by the fabrications
Lies and hypes and stereotypes
You begin to question your own creation

In this Social Fabrication Nation
In this Social Fabrication Nation