"Photos Of Yourself"

Can a picture steal a soul
I don't know
But I do know
There's a glimmer in your eye
I watch it die
Each time the shutter flies

Point the world at me
Point the world at me
Oh, the humanity
The vanity
It spreads like a disease
Dress yourself up nice
It's a disguise
For all the world to see
Just another cry for help
In photos of yourself

Can an old injury mend
Or is it pretend
Cause we can pretend
Our skin is concrete-thin
The nails go deeper in
Each time that we play mannequin

So where's the selflessness
Insecurities and stress
You say you do your best
But it's just your Sunday best

Point the world at me
Point the world at me
Oh, the humanity
The vanity
It spreads like a disease
Dress yourself up nice
It's a disguise
For all the world to see
Just another cry for help
In photos of yourself

The polished surface fades
At the end of days
Where all that stays
Is what the flashing lights won't penetrate