Hand of Make-Believe
Spotlight burns high definition onto my face
Pull tight until the imperfections are all erased
Nip and tuck, implant and suck
Scrape me down and lift me up
Give me what the world desires and take away the rest
With fuller lips and smoother eyes
I will be the camera's prize
A trophy everyone admires -- prepare to be impressed!
Watch me blossom like a flower so magical
My body will morph into something supernatural
Paralyze my furrowed brow
Make me mightily endowed
Relieve me of my human soul, but leave me with my youth
Stretch away the old crow's feet
Staple me so I can't eat
The surgeon's hand will render me whole, with artifice my truth
I believe in becoming ideal
A state where only my intentions are real
To live without my vanity
Would rob me of my sanity
So carve me into being before I start to feel
All those ordinary fools out there
Choose wrinkles, sags, and loss of graying hair
I'd laugh at them but I'm afraid
Of the smile lines that would paint
So forge me now before I pretend to care
This is what I've waited for
A look that cannot be ignored
The envy of adoring fans
All thanks to those angelic hands
I'm perfect now, the very best
But somehow I still feel grotesque
So just once more I'll be remade
Crafted by that brilliant blade
Pull tight until the imperfections are all erased
Nip and tuck, implant and suck
Scrape me down and lift me up
Give me what the world desires and take away the rest
With fuller lips and smoother eyes
I will be the camera's prize
A trophy everyone admires -- prepare to be impressed!
Watch me blossom like a flower so magical
My body will morph into something supernatural
Paralyze my furrowed brow
Make me mightily endowed
Relieve me of my human soul, but leave me with my youth
Stretch away the old crow's feet
Staple me so I can't eat
The surgeon's hand will render me whole, with artifice my truth
I believe in becoming ideal
A state where only my intentions are real
To live without my vanity
Would rob me of my sanity
So carve me into being before I start to feel
All those ordinary fools out there
Choose wrinkles, sags, and loss of graying hair
I'd laugh at them but I'm afraid
Of the smile lines that would paint
So forge me now before I pretend to care
This is what I've waited for
A look that cannot be ignored
The envy of adoring fans
All thanks to those angelic hands
I'm perfect now, the very best
But somehow I still feel grotesque
So just once more I'll be remade
Crafted by that brilliant blade
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Renda, Jason Kresge, Mark Degregory, Matthew Ullestad, Matt Ullestad
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Other Album Tracks
- Of Zygotes and Grace Notes
- Eightfold Way
- Fetish
- Hand of Make-Believe
- No Illusions
- Age of Rhyme and Reason
- Transcendental Circus I: Barcarolle of Bedlam
- Transcendental Circus II: Hallowed Playground
- Transcendental Circus III: Intergalactic Clown Festival
- Transcendental Circus IV: Swimming in Our Four O'Clock Tea
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