Most everybody can agree on what's sexy
I've often liked to think I was above such consensus
But with the doors locked and my drawers dropped,
I'm no different 'cause these pictures have been training me
Mission: worship counterfeit bodies Is this a shakedown?
No, no this ain't how I usually find myself when I have a revelation
So here's the breakdown: a total fakeout jumping off the page
Synthesized, sanitized, glamorized Surprise, surprise
Black bile expulsion: our hopes for beauty make an exit and get flushed
Three courses of self-confidence deported daily from the throat with a middle finger thrust
We're so sick We have ingested a parasitic tour guide
I clearly have misplaced my trust
An industry built on the backs of insecurity, airbrushing out the human honesty
They've defined "sexy" so narrowly
I'm getting tunnel vision and I'm terrified that my willing complicity means that
I will only desire what they have planned for me
I'm so scared I'm so scared I'm so scared
I'm so scared, somebody please shake me
Screw this I'm posting signs: "No Hunting and No Trespassing"
These dealers pushing rank moonshine can get the hell out of my pants and get the fuck out of my mind
I'm so sick I have been sucked in but I'm hacking my way out with this simple ambition:
All I want is to be free of judging everyone against a standard that doesn't even look human, now is that too much to ask?