In the mirror, she stares in dismay Could it really be that she looks this way? She wishes her body would fit the mold If only our hearts weren't so f**ing cold... He'll embrace every image he's taught to be Never knowing the roots of his misery With eyes and fists clenched so tight we're raping our own minds These precious moments of our lives Are at the mercy of f**ing dollar signs Imprisoned by all that we own And every image we desire to clone So I beg for blindness in this world where we're shown what to be Begging for blindness to erase this disease-- Let's burn each image we cannot achieve We must erase this disease