You build yourself up in plastic, removing the signs of age You pay for plastic surgery, to get a grip on the pace And every day you wake up smiling, knowing you look fine ‘Cause you have paid a lot of money, to get “lifted” from behind The skin around your face is thin and tightened to the bone Your nose got lifted from within, your hair is not your own Your body looks as if you worked out, you ain’t done a thing ‘Cause if you did, the risk would be, the cracking of your skin How do you feel? Knowing you ain’t you How do you feel? When you look at you How do you feel? Can you count the scars How do you feel? Do you feel like the stars Plastic surgery Inhuman, can’t you see So fuck you living deads Get plastic in your heads How do you feel? How do you feel? Tell me how do you feel? The sucktion of your hips and thighs were just a little thing The adjustments made to you in time, are countless and obscene I wonder what is left of you, how much you’ve got inside I wonder what you did in time, to choose this way to hide How do you feel? Knowing you ain’t you How do you feel? When you look at you How do you feel? Can you count the scars How do you feel? Do you feel like the stars Plastic surgery Inhuman, can’t you see So fuck you living deads Get plastic in your heads