Bird Of Ill Omen Mannequin
Held at gunpoint, at the expense of fashion
Smile so plastic, bent on self-reconstruction
These lies feed starvation, caged in your beauty
For the price of vanity you are purest in form
The ugliest of creatures, sculpt your body at any cost, create, whore, uphold this image
I've now aquired the taste to loathe you
Paint yourself the prettiest colors, feed this lie absolutely, grotesque in perfect uniform, so beautiful in surgical attire, feed this lie, standing brilliant with this body
I prostitute this face to every household
You may purchase this product for the mere fact that i've tortured starved and beaten this body to market this item, how much did you pay for this body?
As i slice away another layer, i know it's not your fault
We are indeed your new role models, in the cruelest form, the most beautiful creatures, how you have passed logic so many punctures ago
Feel warm at heart to know you've gained so much disrespect for trading your dollar to bleed a thinner you, what are you worth?
Is it beauty?
Is that fashion?