Bird Of Ill Omen

Held at gunpoint, at the expense of fashion,
smile so plastic, bent on self-reconstruction,
these lies feed starvation, caged in your beauty,
for the price of vanity you are purest in form,
the ugliest of creatures, sculpt your body at any cost, create, whore, uphold this image,
ive now aquired the taste to loathe you,
paint yourself the prettiest colors, feed this lie absolutely, grotesque in perfect uniform, so beautiful in surgical attire, feed this lie, standing brilliant with this body,
i prostitute this face to every household,
you may purchase this product for the mere fact that ive tortured starved and beaten this body to market this item, how much did you pay for this body?
as i slice away another layer, i know its not your fault,
we are indeed your new role models, in the cruelest form, the most beautiful creatures, how you have passed logic so many punctures ago,
feel warm at heart to know youve gained so much disrespect for trading your dollar to bleed a thinner you, what are you worth?
is it beauty?
is that fashion?
[ Mannequin Lyrics ]