Look in the mirror and enjoy yourself,
cause that's all you have and will ever have.
And even that fragile image will evaporate,
so to make it last laminate with plastic all you can.
Go pack your brain and hide it away, you cannot use it anyway,
and paint your eyelashes now that you still have some time to spare.
You make me sad, your face is so bland,
you think you are beautiful and it makes me sick.
Cosmetic salve, you are not your face,
there's not even a hint of your real self.
See? Now your virus is spreading wild
and your grace displaying in all the boards.
Pretending that everyone aims to look just like a doll
you are as guilty as those who planned this crisis all along.
Concealer, foundation, powder blush,
eyeshadow, eyeliner, lipstick gush.
A nightmare to nature, a sickness to culture,
a product of feeble minds
You make me sad, your face is so bland,
you think you are beautiful and it makes me sick
Cosmetic salve, you are not your face,
there's not even a hint of your real self.
The strength of your Rimel won't camouflage
the empty staring of your eyes, your ignorance or whatever you are trying to hide.
When that is not working you try to exhibit your sillicon lips.
Well, guess what, I don't care, not even about the words they spit.
Considering how you are looking like you sure spent a lot of cash.
I just had the feeling, you might as well have thrown that money into the trash.
You make me sad, your face is so bland,
you think you are beautiful and it makes me sick
Cosmetic salve, you are not your face,
there's not even a hint of your real self.
CIRCUS PART
My head is divided in one million pieces,
my eyes get conflicted and end up in fear.
Is “The Island of Sunsets and Desperate Spectacle’s Theme"
The show just began but I see it all in my mind,
the roars of the beast cut the whole tent in half
Is the smell of betrayal and panic that runs through the land.
On behalf of the victims a screaming emerges,
to clean off the mess all the same.
So tell me, What's your side? Should I extend my hand?
But all that said, I feel something wrong.
I am a weak person after all.
I'm just being afraid, I'm being paranoid
about the future of us all.
So in the end who am I to tell?
Your face is beautiful without all that crap.
Why can't you see you are shining free?
Take off the mask and embrace reality.
So in the end who am I to tell?
Your face is beautiful without all that crap.
Why can't you see you are shining free?
Take off the mask and embrace reality.
credits
released January 1, 2018
Song by André and T.D.
Lyrics by André
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