Mannequin - Bird of Ill Omen

Held at gunpoint, at the expense of fashion

Smile so plastic, bent on self-reconstruction

These lies feed starvation, caged in your beauty

For the price of vanity you are purest in form

The ugliest of creatures, sculpt your body at any cost, create, whore,

uphold this image

I’ve now aquired the taste to loathe you

Paint yourself the prettiest colors, feed this lie absolutely, grotesque in

perfect uniform, so beautiful in surgical attire, feed this lie,

standing brilliant with this body

I prostitute this face to every household

You may purchase this product for the mere fact that i’ve tortured starved and

beaten this body to market this item, how much did you pay for this body?

As i slice away another layer, i know it’s not your fault

We are indeed your new role models, in the cruelest form, the most beautiful

creatures, how you have passed logic so many punctures ago

Feel warm at heart to know you’ve gained so much disrespect for trading your

dollar to bleed a thinner you, what are you worth?

Is it beauty?

Is that fashion?