Vomit soaked dreams of perfection
Stain the procelain bowl
Of sorrow feeding upon our imperfections

Throwing back into our faces the putrid values
It was gifted
Skin deep and unnatural

We weep mourning
The glancing blows
Of a lance designed to mold

Urns carring the cure to a diseased body
As told by the godly dictators of the image factory
The aftertaste of the emaciated

Omit soaked dreams of perfection
Stain the procelain bowl
Of sorrow feeding upon our imperfections

Throwing back into our faces the putrid values
It was gifted
Of sorrow feeding upon our imperfections

The bile of the rail thin subjected on us
Vomit soaked dreams of perfection
Stain the prorcelain bowl

Of sorrow feeding upon our imperfections
Throwing back into our faces the putrid values
It was gifted

We are more than the flesh we keep
We are more than the desire of perfeciton s
Kin deep and unnatural

Vomit soaked dreams skin deep and unnatural
We weep mourning the glancing blow
Of a lance designed to mold

We are more that the flesh we keep
We are more than the desires of perfection