Bombard me with images
Promise to make me complete
Shape my eyes
Contour my cheeks
Highlight my lips
Make me over
Make me complete

Paper over my scars
Discard my pain
Replace my thoughts
Invade my brain

It’s all too easy to erase
Wake up thirty years later
Dying by minutes
Past the sell by date

No road forward but out
Take up the razor
As in youth
Faint lines promise relief

Trapped by this stagnant culture
Burn it down
Burn it down
We all fall