This time I'm gonna take the crown
Without falling down down down
We shine the light on whatever's worst
Perfection is the disease of a nation
Pretty hurts, pretty hurts
We shine the light on whatever′s worst
We try to fix something but you can′t fix what you can't see
It′s the soul that needs the surgery
Blonder hair, and flat chest
South beach, or sugar free
This time I′m gonna take the crown
Without falling down, down, down
We shine the light on whatever's worst
Perfection is the disease of a nation
Pretty hurts, pretty hurts
We shine the light on whatever′s worst
We try to fix something but you can't fix what you can't see
It′s the soul that needs the surgery
Ain′t got no doctor or pill that can take the pain away
The pain's inside and nobody frees you from your body
It′s my soul, my soul that needs surgery
Plastic smiles and denials can only take you so far
And then you break when the fake facade leaves you in the dark
You left shattered mirrors
And the shards of a beautiful past
We shine the light on whatever's worst
Perfection is the disease of a nation
Pretty hurts, pretty hurts
We shine the lights on whatever′s worst
We try to fix something but you can't fix what you can′t see
But you can't fix what you can't see
It′s the soul that needs the surgery
When you′re alone all by yourself
And you're lying in your bed
Reflection stares right into you
Are you happy with yourself?
It′s just a way to masquerade
The illusion has been shed
Are you happy with yourself?
Are you happy with yourself?
It's the soul that needs the surgery