Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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