[Verse 1] The scale of neck and full-body tattoos on women in the last decade or so isn't purely organic. It's a mix of social media influence, celebrity normalization, and herd mentality. The "it's my choice" narrative often masks how trends spread through peer pressure and algorithms. [Pre-Chorus] Tattoos were tribal markers, status symbols, or rites of passage in Polynesia, Japan, and among sailors and criminals in the West. For women, they were rare until the 1990s, then exploded with celebrity culture, reality TV, and social media. The "it's just my choice" line ignores how trends spread through conformity and algorithms. [Chorus] Look around, count the clowns, painted faces and fake smiles. Look at me the call of an attention whore. All show no core that you.. [Verse 2] Nose piercings, especially the septum or nostril stud, became a visible marker of counter-cultural identity in the West from the 1960s and 70s onwards. They were adopted by hippies, punks, and later alternative scenes, which often aligned with left-leaning or progressive politics. Mainstream or conservative-leaning women tended to avoid them because they signaled rebellion against traditional norms. It's less about the piercing itself and more about the subculture it represents. [Pre-Chorus] Tattoos were tribal markers, status symbols, or rites of passage in Polynesia, Japan, and among sailors and criminals in the West. For women, they were rare until the 1990s, then exploded with celebrity culture, reality TV, and social media. The "it's just my choice" line ignores how trends spread through conformity and algorithms. [Chorus] Look around, count the clowns, painted faces and fake smiles. Look at me the call of an attention whore. All show no core that you.. [Bridge] (soft, hazy, whispered) I'm a person with life's tattoo's. Scars that tell a real story marks that life made and will never fade. [Final Chorus] Your not unique your not alone, Your club is big but nothing to write home about. You tell your story of a million others. Where's my marks tell of a life spent apart from your kind of shallow minds.
