Unreal beauty
The beauty that lays within you is not there.
You think it only stands with figure and flair.
But from what I've seen,
all you are is a scene.
You smile and wave,
but you're really just a plague.
You're a curse on our souls,
turning them shallow and dark as coal.
Our real beauty turns to dust.
Suddenly, mini-skirts are a must.
We start to stiffen ourselves with chemicals.
Going to the hospital for nothing seriously medical.
We start to think that life is the best,
but it's actually turned into a superfical mess.
Let's hope that soon we'll stop and say,
What has brought us to this plastic day?
You think it only stands with figure and flair.
But from what I've seen,
all you are is a scene.
You smile and wave,
but you're really just a plague.
You're a curse on our souls,
turning them shallow and dark as coal.
Our real beauty turns to dust.
Suddenly, mini-skirts are a must.
We start to stiffen ourselves with chemicals.
Going to the hospital for nothing seriously medical.
We start to think that life is the best,
but it's actually turned into a superfical mess.
Let's hope that soon we'll stop and say,
What has brought us to this plastic day?