[Lyric] This Vanity (1919)

No papercut from the page
The light pours across your face
If the filter fits // flawlessness exists
The colour // the shapes

This vanity
Sepia plastic masks
Synthetic smiles swallow you
Radioactive glow

Every inch of your walls draped in pictures of you
Images flicker on your pursuit of perfection

Self-absorption
Self-disgust
Self-awareness
Purging imperfection
With every magic brush
With every shallow lens