A life a dream the pain a scream
I awoke to my desires
Young white male let out your rage
Throw your heat onto the fire

The flesh will be stuffed into the dress
Even if it doesn't fit
Obsess ourselves with matchstick perfection
My skin will never be so sweet

The hate the greed the abstract need
Learn to love and learn to use
Choking on conformity
Nothing hurts like solitude

The flesh will be stuffed into the dress
Even if it doesn't fit
Obsess ourselves with matchstick perfection
My skin will never be so sweet

A life a dream the pain a scream
I awoke to my desires
A life a dream the pain a scream
I awoke to my desires
Fattened by billboard beauty
Ready for the media kill

The flesh will be stuffed into the dress
Even if it doesn't fit
Obsess ourselves with matchstick perfection
My skin will never be so sweet


Lyrics submitted by glowinthedark

Billboard Beauty song meanings
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