Paroles: Refused. Songs To Fan The Flames Of Discontent. Beauty.

The need to dream makes it easy
To provide a package to fulfill life
Your prefabricated beauty
Your tan, blank skin, your slim white torsos
Your plastic smiles

Just the perfect fantasy
Cling on to the illusion of industry dream
Your body, your beauty will fade
Fit the piece, adjust the smiles

You will try to fit in for the perfect life
Sell me a pre-packaged body conception
Sell me a dream of love everlasting
Sell me the perfection of satisfaction

Give me beauty or give me death
Give me a body forever young
Give me fulfillment of fitness
Give me the answers to my search
Grant me the wish of my branded erection