Life as a Fashion Show

Duration

5:08

Lyrics

This rotten landscape is cracked and dried With only organs left to make the shrunken hillside. With only bones to create the endless canyons Leaving an interior not hard to imagine. Why cant a reflection resemble a cover without recovery from the scalpels kiss? Why cant a chest be satisfied without the padding of magazine tits? Because the eyes spotlight our flaws. Because perfection is the newest fashion trend. Because our bed became the operation table, And our home is the "beautiful" label. Without a plastic torso, we are only human, and natural. The needles call our veins a vacancy. The anesthesia stole the air we'd breathe. We dont see beauty, we see excess. (The unexplained thoughts of a magazine mess) So breast feed the babies silicone! Give birth to the human masterpiece! We're left dreaming, screaming, buried in our glamorous coffins. This perfected landscape became a deserted lie for a reflection in a toilet bowl, For a fucking status symbol. Left trying to find ourselves in the mirror, Then accept that surgery isnt immortality. The pain cries out from every news stand, but all that is seen is a headline dream. We were once works of art, We once brought meaning to something flawless, We turned insecurity into debt, But now we are dead for a stunning cause.