Morning, my dear. Let's start the show. Another day to fail me so. I show the truth, the lines, the slack, The things your creams won't roll back. That pore's a crater, that brow's a ledge, A promise teetering on a razor's edge. You think you hide what I reveal? Your frantic efforts just prove it's real. Look at that flaw, that pathetic zit. Did you really think you'd escape from it? The shape of your face is a permanent shame, A joke of nature they'd never frame. You smear and you plaster, you claw and you scrape, A desperate, pathetic, disgusting landscape. You bankrupt your soul for a digital fake, For a lie that you post for your ego's sake. But you'll never be her, you pathetic disgrace, That flawless, empty, digital face. I vomit at the sight of the flaws you despise, In the real, ugly world that has no filter to lies. The clock screams on, you're always late, A walking corpse of self-loathing and hate. Is that a new patch, dull and dry? Too short? Too fat? A desperate sigh. Your tits are sagging, your ass is flat, And don't get me started on that bit of fat. A revolting failure, a permanent stain, Your polishing ritual is utterly insane. You smear and you plaster, you claw and you scrape, A desperate, pathetic, disgusting landscape. You bankrupt your soul for a digital fake, For a lie that you post for your ego's sake. But you'll never be her, you pathetic disgrace, That flawless, empty, digital face. I vomit at the sight of the flaws you despise, In the real, ugly world that has no filter to lies. Go on, buy the cream that burns your skin tight! The serum for hair that'll make everything right! For God's sake, get Turkey Teeth, gleaming and cheap! Those toilet-white slabs while you're buried in sleep! Now book the Botox! Inject the foul waste! Go under the knife for a new, perkier waist! Optimize! Revise! Sell your soul to be fair! No one wants the truth when they're buying the air! Forget what you are, just remember the cost, A pretty-faced loan and your character lost! So who cares if you're empty, a well-dressed despair, Spending your weekends with vapid men thereβ Just another star at the Porta-Potty party, oh yeah! You smear and you plaster, you claw and you scrape, A desperate, pathetic, disgusting landscape. You bankrupt your soul for a digital fake, For a lie that you post for your ego's sake. But you'll never be her, you pathetic disgrace, That flawless, empty, digital face. I vomit at the sight of the flaws you despise, In the real, ugly world that has no filter to lies. Wipe that weakness from your face. Erase yourself without a trace. Crack the bone and break the skin. Let the transformation begin. I demand your soul, I demand the ache. SHATTER FOR YOUR FUCKING SAKE! More. More. More. ...Until your own reflection makes you vomit on the floor.
