Everybody says she's hot, but 'cause they think so?
Or cause of the way she fits society's mold?
Or is it for that reason they define what they're seeing
As a symbol of satisfaction instinctively once perceiving
Has begun? Are they so accustomed to this process
They've agreed to let its intricacies mess with their subconscious
To the point where they don't see her as a human anymore?
Where they treat her like a game, and they're aiming to score?
Well that is not what she is
But both parties told differently the identity's mixed
Inside of a new program, loaded into the mind
Training it to see her as part of a different kind
But keep the hormones in check and maybe you will see
They've been programed to react to artificial beauty
And despise she who don't meet the standards
It's the wrong question in the first place they want answered

All that you see is flesh that covers bones
That holds the soul of a broken individual
If I break it down, there's nothing that ain't typical
But you don't even know why you want to get physical

The implications go deeper than you may have thought
Another side to this trap in which many caught
Victims distraught when they don't realize who they are
And who exactly it is that's saying "Raise the bar"
Trying hard to impress and get approval
But can the soul handle the stress of being beautiful?
Though the standards approved are superficial
It's not unusual to see them met by the dutiful
Who seem scared of anything not sexual
No chance at making relationships sustainable
When there's the fear of not being up to par
Enhanced through pop culture, propagated by superstars
& What might be inside, we will never see
As long as we condone perversions of reality
It's like God's saying "Let my daughters free"
As Pharaoh turns a profit off this mental slavery

All that you see is flesh that covers bones
That holds the soul of a broken individual
If I break it down, there's nothing that ain't typical
But you don't even know why you want to get physical
All that you see is flesh that covers bones
That holds the soul of a broken individual
If I break it down, there's nothing that ain't typical
But you don't even know why you want to get physical

No blurred lines, no 50 shades of grey
Once you realize, she wasn't made for play
There are real lies, but let the truth get on display
She is more valuable than they say