A life, a dream, a pain, a scream

I awoke to my desires

Young white male let out your rage

And throw your heat onto the fire



*Chorus*

The flesh will be stuffed into the dress

Even if it doesn't fit

Obsess ourselves with matchstick perfection

My skin will never be so sweet



The hate, the greed, the abstract need

Learn to love and learn to use

Choking on conformity

Nothing hurts like solitude



Fattened by billboard beauty

Ready for the media kill