Broken Fantasy
They look at their body
and they try to know
if Eden is close,
if there's a long way to go.
They shiver, they sweat,
sometimes they cry.
They think "exercise"
but they're scared to death.
Your plastic addiction
will not fade my fascination
for you, the real you.
Extatic contemplation
has been my own solution
to reach your soul,
'cos you got soul.
Your plastic surgery
broke your fantasy.
And where's your soul,
'cos you got soul.