On the TV, In Magazines
Let them tell you, how you should be
A perfect body with perfect skin
A slight imperfection, they wont let you in
When they pull your strings, then you dance for them

You think your different your not, your just another clone
Afraid to be yourself, to stand on your own
Cast from one tree, you flow with the grain
Your not original, your exactly the same

They decide the path you take
Your not real, you are fake
You follow the market, you follow the trend
There trying to make you one of them
And when the phase has ended, you'll change just like them