Wednesday, 16 August 2017

Even Barbie Has Her Secrets... (A Tribute To Melanie Martinez)


Once upon a time
A story as old as dime
It's such a bloody crime
One that deserves unlimited fines until it fucks off and dies
It all started when Barbie and Ken
Met The Joneses who had pristine roses
And lived what seemed to be the all American dream topped with delicious whipped cream
Plastered fake smiles, cocaine sugar piles and black and blueberry battery dials in a state of denial with one too many files
They wouldn't dear show it and you wouldn't dear know it
Unless you took a moment to stop and smell the roses would you then be aware of the poses that are corrosive and their inflamed noses
Adorned by many if not all
Though the question reminds which ones were around in the fall?

Jealous of their status and unknowingly socially contrived lies of perfect times
Barbie and Ken built empire lives on birthday cake highs and the poses right under their noses just to keep up with those Joneses
White picket fences around excessively expensive homes
Oh and that hot pink convertible with a puppy in tow
Topped with a one stop shop beauty standard that's anything but their own
Based on admiration by a nation that will affect generations
Everything's just handy dandy when you've gotta be seen to be seen
Little do we all know about the afflictions that go down in the kitchens of the riches...

Trading morality for popularity and picture perfect shallowness
All these plastics thinking it's happiness
Stuck acid tripping on lollipop lies that'll be sure to leave them fried
It's what happens when you're hypnotized into idolizing such a glamorized premeditated enterprise
Then we wonder why everyone dies

You can take your pretty false image and shove it up your ass, up your ass, ta-ta, ha-ha

Oh would you look at that, look at that
Bloodstained white picket fences
Even Barbie has her secrets, has her secrets, shhhhh
Behind her so called flawless complexion
Of confection perfection, just check her freezer
A yummy taste teaser of dissected red velvet hearts
She's a master of all the parts and I heard she quite likes tarts
Cannibalism of humanism hash tag materialism!
Oh would you look at that, look at that
Even Barbie has her secrets, has her secrets, shhhhh

Now we have social media at every motion, fingertip disposal
Humble brag, such a drag that makes us all wanna gag
Tag you're it, Tag, Tag you're it...
Selfie obsessed, here to impress and secretly depressed 
Tinder swiping, bumpin' and grinding
Glued on tight, addicted for life one sip from a sippy cup at a time
Gotta get them likes and those right swipes
Artificial, superficial expialidocious!
Welcome to the fairy tale
That's become the Holy Grail you've come to hail
King fail, Bling Ring trail
Here's something you've missed
Ever afters don't exist
Castles are built from solid bricks
Not just from hard ass dicks and pussy licks
Beauty pageant contest mixed with a need for conquest
One more snap to double tap and fap, click clap kapow, do you need a towel?, who's up for another round?
Instafame, Facebook game, Twitter name, Snapchat so lame
Another click for the cliques and fuck boy pricks
No one wants to see a pic with your stick, you lunatic!
Gotta be that rich bitch
Sassy and classy
Who's yet all so subtle and chic
Hit that niche, eyebrows on fleek, CLINK
What are you going to do when you're not at your peak? 
Crying in fickle love
Now your mascaras all fucked up ta-da, ha-ha
Pity Party for one, what fun!
Milk and Cookies hun?
Here's to the carousel play date fa├žade you've been spun!  

Trading morality for popularity and picture perfect shallowness
All these plastics thinking it's happiness
Stuck acid tripping on lollipop lies that'll be sure to leave them fried
It's what happens when you're hypnotized into idolizing such a glamorized premeditated enterprise
Then we wonder why everyone dies

You can take your pretty false image and shove it up your ass, up your ass, ta-ta, ha-ha

Oh would you look at that, look at that
Bloodstained white picket fences
Even Barbie has her secrets, has her secrets, shhhhh
Behind her so called flawless complexion
Of confection perfection, just check her freezer
A yummy taste teaser of dissected red velvet hearts
She's a master of all the parts and I heard she quite likes tarts
Cannibalism of humanism hash tag materialism!
Oh would you look at that, look at that
Even Barbie has her secrets, has her secrets, shhhhh

Barbie see, Barbie do
So tell me now, tell me how, cause I call foul
Why you all try to be just like her?
Be in trend and beauty blend with a cute plastic boyfriend
Life is just so fucking fantastic
When you're suffocating in a bubble gum casket
Damn this society is incredibly tragic
When you're told you're unattractive and unaccepted
When you're anything other than the idealistic form of plastic
Mrs Potato Head fans where you at? ha-ha

Trading morality for popularity and picture perfect shallowness
All these plastics thinking it's happiness
Stuck acid tripping on lollipop lies that'll be sure to leave them fried
It's what happens when you're hypnotized into idolizing such a glamorized premeditated enterprise
Then we wonder why everyone dies

You can take your pretty false image and shove it up your ass, up your ass, ta-ta, ha-ha

Oh would you look at that, look at that
Bloodstained white picket fences
Even Barbie has her secrets, has her secrets, shhhhh
Behind her so called flawless complexion
Of confection perfection, just check her freezer
A yummy taste teaser of dissected red velvet hearts
She's a master of all the parts and I heard she quite likes tarts
Cannibalism of humanism hash tag materialism!
Oh would you look at that, look at that
Even Barbie has her secrets, has her secrets, shhhhh

Thank god I spoke and I ain't gonna wash my mouth out with soap
I'll keep blowing bubbles and I don't fucking care if I cause trouble
Cry baby, cry baby go back to your dollhouse that you bought with your blood money, blood money
Oh you don't think I'm that fucking dumb do you Alphabet boys and girls?
The games you play and the toys that lead you astray, don't you ever put them away?
Know wonder why the crazies make me feel sane and all the normals make me afraid

You can take your pretty false image and shave it up your ass, up your ass, ta-ta, ha-ha


With hope and love
Rainbow :) xoxo

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