Draw me
A thinner me
Carve me
Ruined face by social disease

Insecurity becomes overwhelming
As a nation goes under the knife
To carve away a mirrors reflection
I'm not your billboard lie

Dying image in this material age
Disarm my figure for the perfect frame

In self disgust thinned by privation
Turned away by these eyes that see
Rather cease than face this rejection
Becomes the mannequin on it's knees

Entomb my figure by social disease
I'm not your billboard lie