B.U. Too

An image. The label.

The mannequin that they dress.

Buying other people's

Look, hoping to impress.

Walking, hollow corpses

of the fashion world today.

People lost within themselves,

Identities rot away.

From dangerous plastic surgery.

A form of self-idolatry.

To all the fake ass tits I see.

You're make-believe, you can't fool me.

They try to make you hate your face.

Change your hair, get a skinnier waist.

Tan your skin, firm your behind.

Their fantasy world is in their mind.

Master manipulation, exploit

everyone you know.

Don't you take your mask off

or your misery will show.

A fictitious plot to be the

envy of your friends.

Alone in your delusion,

in seclusion's how it ends.

(Chorus)

I don't want to look like you.

Walk or talk or act like you.

To myself, I will be true.

I'll just be me, so B.U. Too.

Some people still don't have a clue.

Scream all day, 'till my face is blue.

Monkey see, dumb monkey do.

I'll say it again, Just B.U. Too.

A servant. A blueprint.

The sheeple they produce.

Institutionalize them, make

them easier to use.

Individuality is what 

they don't condone.

Even with a C.A.T. scan,

I can't see an honest bone.

A shallow personality.

Perversion of humanity.

All these plastic clones, I see.

Products of this fantasy.

They make the rich.

They break the poor.

They can't take me,

I won't take more.

I made myself.

Refined in the fire.

Integrity.

I'm not a liar.

Once you tap into you,

that makes you who you are.

Then you'll be extraordinary,

In life, you will go far.

Look into the mirror,

Concentrate on what you see.

Then you could be a better you,

and I could just be me.

(Chorus)

I don't want to look like you.

Walk or talk or act like you.

To myself, I will be true.

I'll just be me, so B.U. Too.

Some people still don't have a clue.

Just like a fly, gets stuck in glue.

Monkey see, dumb monkey do.

I'll say it again, Just B.U. Too.