Artillery

You build yourself up in plastic, removin' the signs of age
You pay for plastic surgery, to get a grip on the pace
And every day you wake up smilin', knowin' you look line
Cause you have paid a lot of money, to get lifted from behind
The skin around your face is thin, and tightened to the bone
Your nose got lifted from within, your hair is not your own
You body looks as if you worked out, you ain't done a thing
Cause if you did, the risk would be, the crackin' of your skin
How do you feel? Knowing you ain't you
How do you feel? When you look at you