The stands are lined with misconceptions

Colour corrected, air brushed nonsense

Sizing you up from the farther half of the looking glass

Hold that pose

Smile for the blinding lights

Lay exposed

Savour the moment of my design

We're going to break you down and build you up

"'Cause baby, you're only human

And you don't make the cut."

We pale in comparison to fantasy

Unaware of the amateur with their fingers on the keys

A click and a drag is all it really takes

To get us on our knees praying "fix me."

We're locked in a pitch black room with our reflection

Something amiss

Flawless

Feeling for the light switch in the hope you never find it

Hold that pose

Smile for the blinding lights

Lay exposed

Savour the moment of my design

We're going to break you down and build you up

"'Cause baby you're only human and you don't make the cut"

We pale in comparison to fantasy

Unaware of the amateur with their fingers on the keys

A click and a drag is all it really takes

To get us on our knees praying "fix me."

It's insane, what we give up to feel at ease

To be comparable, despite our dignity

Our choices, our scars

Our name as human beings

Wiped away as we pray:

"Please, fix me."