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You've been set down with your man to lie
You're his prize, in his eyes
Your make up looks good, got your high heels on
But your mind has been blank, since the pressure came upon

He holds you up high, in his eyes
He doesn't hear, your subconscious cries
Pills to stay thin, surgery on your face
I've found no fucking beauty, in this human race

Beauty's dead, your legs have been spread
Beauty kills, expensive taste cheap thrills

Your lips are tempting, your legs are long
Too hard to see, when something's fucking wrong
But you're his prize, you're his fuck
So lay on your back and shut the fuck up

Beauty's dead, your legs have been spread
Beauty kills, expensive taste cheap thrills

Tanning your body, waxing your legs
You'll do exactly what the media says
If you want a man, you do it right
Your beauty isn't shit when it's fuck for a night

Beauty's dead, your legs have been spread
Beauty kills, expensive taste cheap thrills

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from 8 Years of​.​.​., released October 8, 2010

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The Imp Villains Detroit, Michigan

3 piece punk from Downriver Michigan.

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