Surgery, spinning wheels of death unwind
Petroleum, the fuel preparing for the grind
Pull the string, the gears spin the slaughtering begins
Annihilate the principles the cut down for the win

Building on perfection
An image shaped belief
Modelled to society
Yet primed to build morality

Wheels, prepare for the grind
(Pushed to prime)
Perfection, life's controlled crime
(Pushed to prime)
Image subsequently confined
(Pushed to prime)
Judged by external pride
(Pushed to prime)

Annihilate, preparations ready for the trend
Trim the line, violated media apprehends
Pushed to prime, the spinning wheels of death manipulate
Transformations fascinate we heading for a change

Tampered visuality
Forced into a line
Farewell to equality
Prepare for your fatality

Wheels, prepare for the grind
(Pushed to prime)
Perfection, life's controlled crime
(Pushed to prime)
Image subsequently confined
(Pushed to prime)
Judged by external pride
(Pushed to prime)

Demonise, spinning wheels of death behold
Periled eyes, exorcise this feeling to be told
Surgery pretentious like the images we've read
Preparations near complete to demonise the trend

Built upon perfection
A lack of self belief
Modelled to society
Yet primed to build morality

We're pushed
To prime
Controlled
By crime

We're pushed to prime
Corrupt by pride
As we find ourselves simply pushed
Pushed to prime