Sanoja: Another Breath. Rotting.

Contingencies
You have no choice in this
We're brought into a world where judgement's made on face value
Desperation turned inward and another face frozen in time with disregard for substance
Billboard girls your smile looks so fake, the rain, your only tears, your eyes are dripping black
A false appearance
A brainwashing
Perfection unattainable
Image destroys the female youth
Is this inocence lost? Pass along your self-loathing with images in magazines to someone new who can bear your burden
You're whole world is falling down
Plastic dolls
Lifeless and parallel to our new way of being
Plastic dolls I beg you ask this question
What you have left if your skin was taken away? Who would you be? No one
Nothing
It stops here and now so someday a new face can offer a different answer