It’s not who I am, but who you want me to be.
It’s not what I know, but what you want me to see.
I know what you want: possession over me.
You control my mind, make me think differently.
‘Cause I’ve been brainwashed by the media’s
“Perfect body” criteria,
Their “teenage life” hysterias;
Their ads, just like bacteria.
This is not the right way to “live as we’re told”:
By discarding our bodies, our souls cheaply sold.
The key to our life is something they hold.
The damage they do will slowly unfold.
I’ve been brainwashed, made delirious.
The cause, almost mysterious.
We think it’s all just spurious
But don’t know it’s much more serious.
You slipped you messages into my head.
I went down the wrong path, and you had led.
Now others like me are fully brain-dead
‘Cause you picked on their ‘flaws’ by what you had said.
I am brainwashed, feel inferior,
Forgot my whole interior,
Just live for the exterior.
Your lies came out superior.
