Lyrics
A distant soul resides, a shallow representation of her.
She smiles distinctly, succinctly, targeted at you when you buy.
Consuming all your money, that is what her image aims to do.
The thread that leads us to her, so imaginary that its cruel.
Airbrushed and lifeless, you bare witness to the hollow shell of her.
Feel free to project your fantasies, It’s all just make believe, I’m sure.
A brand new product, new and improved, any blemishes removed
A model for the young girl, throwing up her dinner, though its crude
The constant beating of these images will never relent
They’ll suck you in and spit you out, bleeding you dry of every cent.
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