Knives and Needles

Appearances are our everything
No matter where you look it's fucking fake
You see beauty only outside
But I know that's a lie
Photographs hold the truth
But I know that's a lie

Pick apart the image
Hiding blemishes and scars
Canvas is a liar
Disguising your visage
You paint a picture
A mask to hide behind
Your insecurity can only leave you blind

I can't believe that the only conceit
Is the search for transformation
And I can't be part of a world that holds value
In looks over cerebral

Don't you think this must be foul?
Aspect hidden under shroud

Here I go
Under the knife to hide the horror show
Here I go
Under the knife to hide the horror show

Knives and needles all puncture your skin
Cosmetic treatments don't help you within
Your mind is your enemy
Inside it you are worth nothing at all

I can't believe that the only conceit
Is the search for transformation
And I can't be part of a world that holds value
In looks over cerebral
But it is what we have
And it is where we're living
Despite the cost to our future
And no amount of plastic
Will ever make it better
You'll have to live with the choice forever

Pouring over airbrushed pictures
Perfect features unobtained
They make you feel unsubstantial, worthless, shamed
Look into the mirror
Is it really fame that you want to aim for?
Isn't there more than
Starving for one more like
On the platform you desire?

Appearances are our everything
No matter where you look it's fucking fake

Despite what they might say
The irony fits perfectly
And it is beauty that fades above all else
And above all else it is beauty that we're judged upon

We're spoilt rotten
Rotting from the inside out
The plastic mask will burn and melt
Our insides spilling out