There's no more love in America
Fake faces on screens create a hysteria

Unattainable perfection develops a depression
That feast on self hatred and drinks self aggression

Our bodies are not molded of clay created by selection
We are birthed of mistakes that mold our perfections

Our lives are forcibly drenched around image
But *** shouldn't be peddle it should be privilege

Before all of this, love was a time and a place
A moment that was told by heartfelt embrace

That created a lone eternity for a pair of lovers
Where happiness dwelt under and above the covers

Now it is manufactured, sold, and looted
Only we would take something pure and make it polluted