We're as fake as the plastic melting under our skin
The collective imagination of a societal binge
Our beauty is a mask, a lie told to us by magazines
The product of industrial dreams, all fantastic schemes
We live in a Barbie Doll world, where we worship fake *******
We lift weights at Gold's Gym while we pound our huge chests
We know nothing of true beauty, under the façade of the Glossy
Eight by Ten
We cover our blemishes and we can't even be comfortable in our own skin
We are infatuated with the surface, skin deep, lustful of the pretenses
Our masks hide our vulnerabilities and our true intent
While reality is crumbling at our feet and we hide beneath a veneer of
A glossy face shot, the airbrushed images on the cover-girl-poster-boy-pin-up centerfold
We've lost sight of the aged and the gifts they hold
Celebrities ride around in window tinted limousines, so they can't be seen but we're so pretty that we have to preen
The paparazzi all want the next shot for the next scandal but they airbrush that too
We are so busy believing the lies that we have become afraid of the truth
Camera's are as ubiquitous as grass and our privacy is all but laughable while our smiles aren't genuinely affable
We post pictures of ourselves on Facebook, yet our self esteem could use a second look
We talk each other up and beat each other down, but we're keeping it onehundred while hiding a frown
We've become fast paced and slow witted, we're breaking the seams that our families knitted
We place beauty on a pedestal and worship at its alter, but we fail to foster true beauty in our children and wonder why they falter
We listen to society and shun our parents, our role models have become degenerates
We allow our little girls to dress like tramps and wear makeup and our little boys don't respect them and treat them like toys
And we wonder why they cut themselves
We pay movie stars and football players millions so we can entertain ourselves
But we can't pay our teachers enough to educate the masses
yet it's okay to collect a check and sit on our *****
And our troops don't have the armor they need because of our self indulgent greed
We forget about the little guy as we climb the corporate ladder to survey the sky at the top
But when the **** goes down, we can't pick up a mop
We won't lift a finger to lend a hand because we're so afraid of our fellow man
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC
We're as fake as the plastic melting under our skin
The collective imagination of a societal binge
Our beauty is a mask, a lie told to us by magazines
The product of industrial dreams, all fantastic schemes
We live in a Barbie Doll world, where we worship fake *******
We lift weights at Gold's Gym while we pound our huge chests
We know nothing of true beauty, under the façade of the Glossy
Eight by Ten
We cover our blemishes and we can't even be comfortable in our own skin
We are infatuated with the surface, skin deep, lustful of the pretenses
Our masks hide our vulnerabilities and our true intent
While reality is crumbling at our feet and we hide beneath a veneer of
A glossy face shot, the airbrushed images on the cover-girl-poster-boy-pin-up centerfold
We've lost sight of the aged and the gifts they hold
Celebrities ride around in window tinted limousines, so they can't be seen but we're so pretty that we have to preen
The paparazzi all want the next shot for the next scandal but they airbrush that too
We are so busy believing the lies that we have become afraid of the truth
Camera's are as ubiquitous as grass and our privacy is all but laughable while our smiles aren't genuinely affable
We post pictures of ourselves on Facebook, yet our self esteem could use a second look
We talk each other up and beat each other down, but we're keeping it onehundred while hiding a frown
We've become fast paced and slow witted, we're breaking the seams that our families knitted
We place beauty on a pedestal and worship at its alter, but we fail to foster true beauty in our children and wonder why they falter
We listen to society and shun our parents, our role models have become degenerates
We allow our little girls to dress like tramps and wear makeup and our little boys don't respect them and treat them like toys
And we wonder why they cut themselves
We pay movie stars and football players millions so we can entertain ourselves
But we can't pay our teachers enough to educate the masses
yet it's okay to collect a check and sit on our *****
And our troops don't have the armor they need because of our self indulgent greed
We forget about the little guy as we climb the corporate ladder to survey the sky at the top
But when the **** goes down, we can't pick up a mop
We won't lift a finger to lend a hand because we're so afraid of our fellow man