Hand of Make-Believe

Spotlight burns high definition onto my face
 Pull tight until the imperfections are all erased
 Nip and tuck, implant and suck
 Scrape me down and lift me up
 Give me what the world desires and take away the rest
 With fuller lips and smoother eyes
 I will be the camera's prize
 A trophy everyone admires -- prepare to be impressed!
 Watch me blossom like a flower so magical
 My body will morph into something supernatural
 Paralyze my furrowed brow
 Make me mightily endowed
 Relieve me of my human soul, but leave me with my youth
 Stretch away the old crow's feet
 Staple me so I can't eat
 The surgeon's hand will render me whole, with artifice my truth
 I believe in becoming ideal
 A state where only my intentions are real
 To live without my vanity
 Would rob me of my sanity
 So carve me into being before I start to feel
 All those ordinary fools out there
 Choose wrinkles, sags, and loss of graying hair
 I'd laugh at them but I'm afraid
 Of the smile lines that would paint
 So forge me now before I pretend to care
 This is what I've waited for
 A look that cannot be ignored
 The envy of adoring fans
 All thanks to those angelic hands
 I'm perfect now, the very best
 But somehow I still feel grotesque
 So just once more I'll be remade
 Crafted by that brilliant blade