In the semblances of reality
Beginning to question
This illusion of beauty
And wondering,
Wondering whether
Destruction is wrong or right
Because, honestly,
I destroy her face every time
I wipe out everything
That wouldn't belong
According to Mr. Perfect himself
But we're not perfect
I'm not perfect
So why do I remove them,
The blemishes that make
Her face truly unique?
I mean, isn't that beauty?
The details, the marks that
Really set you apart
From them, those other girls
Who take the money
And don't care as to
Whether or not
It's really them in the end
No there's no beauty
Left anymore
The media teaches them
That they can be...
Just like everyone else
When did individuality
Become conformity? It's
Deception to the highest degree
And I'm a dupe
Yeah, we're all dupes
Cause we've bought into it
Forgetting the truth about beauty
No, not some nonsense
About the beholder's eye
But the reason why
We appreciate what we see
It's because there's purity
And as the Savior once said
Purity comes from the heart
It's not another coat you put on
Or something you stumble upon
It's a whole new breed
Of thought, and so I say
When we find our way again,
Maybe I'll return then
And try to reframe
My state of mind
But as for now, I'm lost
With no hope for salvation
From this state of mine
So forgive me as I
Say my goodbye
And enter into exile.
