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