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