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



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