Beauty 2000

My world is a beautiful one,

A land without sun,

A dream come undone

In the questions you raised.

This perfect face is plastic and cracked

From the tears that it's lacked

And the skin that you've blacked

From the you had blaze.

We'd kill just to shine;

We'll choke on the rind

Give you blood for your wine

And mourn our severed wings.

But it's the blades that you've run

And the minds you've made numb

That have made us succumb

To the lies that you'd sing.

We flesh painted dolls are just kin to your pain

Those without fortune who yearn for your fame

But, look at us now, we're to blame

But, not too loved to forsake

For my soul is just a product of yours

Like friction made sores

Black to the core

An ant in the wake

A reflection of you