Well take a look in the mirror
And do you like what you see?
Is it bringing you any closer
To how you'd want it to be?
It's not in magazine photos of actresses
But in keeping your soul clean
Now our bodies are a sickness, you said to me
Yeah baby they are deceased
Well take a look at you sweetness
You're all skin & bones
Well life's an itch so you scratch it
Until it's nothing at all
So take a look at the TV
Now do you like what you see?
It is a static buzz of plans and catastrophe
That's keeping you miles from me
It's in the pills you take to leave your body,
It's in white dust and bottled dreams.
It's in the shadows creeping over your skin,
Making you more you more than clean.
Well take a look at you, sweetness,
You're all skin and bones.
Well I see an itch, so you scratch it
Until it's nothing at all.