"Corporeal" lyrics

Loved ones tell stories about me to me
But I already know what it's like to die
And to pluck at my ghost's sad eternal
I wrote an apology on the mirror
And one forget-me-not to yours truly

Another ideal sculpted frame
To love
To want
To fear
To blame

Another ideal sculpted frame
To love
To want
To fear
To blame

Another ideal sculpted frame
To love
To want
To fear
To blame

We all hate to look
We all love to picture
Alone we seek shadows to hide in
As statues mark these days

I know nothing of delicacy blossoming beneath flesh
I know nothing of delicacy blossoming beneath flesh
I know nothing of delicacy blossoming beneath flesh

Tickle my fancy with visions of "perfection"
On infinite wings I fly from affection
Syllables, images, deny self-worth
The pain of convention
There's a desire to validate this body
There's a need to eradicate this paradigm