Fake it till ya make it

Fake it till ya make it

Then the lie becomes the truth
Is he ruthless or has he Ruth?
Is he fruitless, or got he fruit?
Is he beaut-less, or is he beaut

Lemon, melons, he has melon-ies
Though his name ain’t Lemony’s
SNicka‘s got his melodies
Melodies with melancholies

The origin of 🅱️
A Contro-Verse-E
Yet we say what we see
When we’re reminded of E

So remind me not again tonight
Let this be the end tonight

So Auroras’ll shine again with terminal glory
As this’s the end of their sermon-al story