vanity is a world-wide epidemic
a disease that has me all up in a panic
why would you want to change your looks so drastic
to where you look nothing but plastic
when i look at you I'm torn
i don't know whether to celebrate or whether to mourn
how complete you feel on the inside
or mourn the death of who you couldn't stand to be on the outside
this sickness is making me ill
and it's a bitter pill i have to swallow
that when i talk to you you're weak and internally hollow
you think you're unique, but you just suck
when in reality, you're just another pretty face for someone to fuck
you've done nothing with your life of value
but in your eyes everything revolves around you
but you're fake, and will you please for God's sake
remove the mask you wear
perfection is not your cross to bear
nor is it your duty to portray someone you're not
do not seal a tomb in which you don't want to rot
vanity is a world-wide epidemic
a disease that has made me a cynic
i no longer see the world filled with hope
i see that humanity is nearly approaching the end of its rope
and it's clear now, that the times of peace are over
or maybe peace is something that we still have yet to discover
-JAW
