Leech of a word, killing us all,
From self-control the weak-willed fall,
The camera flashes, the fashions change,
Break free, do the obscene, do the strange!
Don't slave for 'beauty', don't slave for 'pretty',
Let's burn down this cruel, 'beauty'-dominated city,
In their eyes we will always be imperfection,
Stop trying, be yourself, end the infection.