Imposter Syndrome (feat. James Butler)

I've got a gut feeling that My iron mask is peeling Trying to save face while My insides are unreeling I've got a gut feeling that My iron mask is peeling My soul and heart revealing All the ugly inside Another day, another dime Semi professional imposter Barely scraping by Flip the script, rewrite your lines Reinvent yourself overnight Another day, another lie Another face running out of time Don't make a sound They might notice you Tip toe around Til they don't notice the truth I've walked this lonely road before But this time it feels different The panic persistent The voices insistent I don't know what they're asking I've walked this lonely road before Made a bee line through the corridor Of staring stranger, their expectant faces I don't know what they're asking for I don't know what they're asking for I don't know what they're asking Don't make a sound They might notice you Tip toe around Til they don't notice the truth Don't make a sound They might notice you Tip toe around Til they don't notice the truth