Ruins Of Tomorrow Surgery Is A Door Prize
Cut you open and take out what makes you human.
Beauty is a price that you must pay.
Another day goes by and you still don't love yourself.
The mirror tells you truth but you feel differently.
Their perception has altered you, why do you fall victim?
You feel disguised in a shell of flesh, please doctor fix my ugliness.
I feel so discontent, I feel so misunderstood.
Did you think that this would be the answer?
Did you think that this would be your new look?
Feel cold steel cut through your skin, it brings release.
This is your new face.