You've got the look

The silky silicon skin

The airbrushed eyes, the front page disguise

Under the knife

Peeled back a revelation

The store bought lies induced this mutilation

Mirror mirror, penetrates disguise

Tears you down to nothing, glares with disapproving eyes

Red pill taken for breakfast, the white one lets you sleep

Suppresses manic nightmares of the machine you've come to be

We're losing connection, losing you

Your imperfections are killing you

This breast preys on the weakest

Plants seeds of homogenized beauties

Losing connection, losing you

Inside your head sleeps revolution

Sparked by resolution

Put the magazines in piles, let the vanity combust

Let the flame burn bright for you