Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Are you happy with yourself? (Pretty hurts, pretty hurts...)
The illusion has been shed; (Pretty hurts, pretty hurts...)
Perfection is a disease of a nation
What's in your head, it doesn't matter...
You try to fix something, but you can't fix what you can't see
Then you break when the fake facade leaves you in the dark
We shine the light on whatever's worst...