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photoshoplifting beauty is thievery
the new school of surgery is easier than it to be
with drug induced happiness, amazement,
these emaciated saviors staying face down to the
are expelling excess weight while waiting for their compliment
a conduit to self destruction, can we call this a problem
i'm watching this distances kept far from the populace
and positive that this is all so far from
little pixels placed in fantastic arrangements
redefining faces to place on magazine
in the eye of the beholder, is unconditional
but in the hands of the controller it's but unoriginal
turning what's unique into carbon advertisements
the definition of beauty was by the ones so merciless
a inner worth can be remade without affection
with a to fix a blemish, staying desperate for attention
these lessons that i've learned come from months of
while television has images of such perfection
in our retinas, telling us to be something we're not
even after applications the make up that you bought
it's ridiculous, this of beauty is unacceptable
intentionally images of the exceptional
spectacles in our face, it's so hard to be
once we see the unattainable, we quit the chase

let's render some light effects, uncheck the effects
that might affect the render, hit enter and see how it gets
out the blemish, liquefy the edges
photoshoplifting is the form of expression
you can make yourself better a click of the mouse
if are parts you dont like you can single them out
add layers upon to your vision of doubt
you can recreate your image or just someone else

to be honest, i the way i'm looking now
funny how my smile can so quickly change into a
the mirror reminds me of every i've given in
but i can't fake emotions in these so thick and thin
it's the reflection that gets me glance
i still lie to myself in any single circumstance
i learned to dance so would question
the choices that i made i couldn't find the right direction
tired of guessing, i tried to my way to shore
but i was in by the current that i fear before
i run the knife under the waters burning
and press it to my face to these imperfections
as i this sick self surgery
i wonder if it's the only way i to nuture me
cursed it seems, i cried back in the nursery
was i shedding tears for person i was sure to be?
maybe being would lead to less blood
i almost fill the sink every single cut
i need to be perfect, i can be with that
every correction made i feel like Schrdinger's cat
i'm curious to see if i'll be content with new scars
i'm fixing but one day i'll take it too far
until then, i'll me in magazines
telling myself this is the way it had to be