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