| You build yourself up in plastic, removing the signs of age | |
| You pay for plastic surgery, to get a grip on the pace | |
| And every day you wake up smiling, knowing you look fine | |
| 'Cause you have paid a lot of money, to get "lifted" from behind | |
| The skin around your face is thin and tightened to the bone | |
| Your nose got lifted from within, your hair is not your own | |
| Your body looks as if you worked out, you ain't done a thing | |
| 'Cause if you did, the risk would be, the cracking of your skin | |
| How do you feel? Knowing you ain't you | |
| How do you feel? When you look at you | |
| How do you feel? Can you count the scars | |
| How do you feel? Do you feel like the stars | |
| Plastic surgery | |
| Inhuman, can't you see | |
| So fuck you living deads | |
| Get plastic in your heads | |
| How do you feel? | |
| How do you feel? | |
| Tell me how do you feel? | |
| The sucktion of your hips and thighs were just a little thing | |
| The adjustments made to you in time, are countless and obscene | |
| I wonder what is left of you, how much you've got inside | |
| I wonder what you did in time, to choose this way to hide | |
| How do you feel? Knowing you ain't you | |
| How do you feel? When you look at you | |
| How do you feel? Can you count the scars | |
| How do you feel? Do you feel like the stars | |
| Plastic surgery | |
| Inhuman, can't you see | |
| So fuck you living deads | |
| Get plastic in your heads |