"Prosthetic Head"

I see you, down in the front line.
Such a sight for sore eyes, you're a suicide makeover.
Plastic eyes, lookin' through a numbskull.
Self-effaced, what's his face.
You erased yourself so shut up.
You don't let up.

You have a growth that must be treated
Like a severed severe pain in the neck.
You can smell it but you can't see it.
No explanation identified 'cause you don't know.
You don't say.

And you got no reply.
Hey you, where did you come from?
Got a head full of lead, you're a inbred bastard son.
All dressed up, red blooded, a mannequin
Do or die, no reply, don't deny that you're synthetic.
You're pathetic.
-Billie Joe Armstrong

There are times when an old song suddenly hits you in the head one day. Then you listen to it 24/7 and sing along. Thats what happened to me recently with 'prosthetic head.' Relating this song to whats happening these days, I realize how true it is. I see girls with faces painted with makeup.Everything seems to be so artificial...it's disgusting Why does everything have to be so fake? It's not just about how people look like from the outside, it's also pretty much about how they are from the inside. People lie.They deceive, cheat and betray. Nothing seems to be real. We seem to be living in an unreal world where everything is phony or fake. You can't even trust anyone. Everybody seems to have forgotten what the word truth means, what promises are and what trust really is. It has all been forgotten.
Seems like everybody has a prosthetic head, which itself is defective. They're all crazy. When people need you, they'll be like so fuckin nice to you but when you need them, they're jerks. I guess they have prosthetic hearts as well. Nobody cares for anyone...it's just about 'them' and what they want and what others have to give them. People hurt. They break your heart in bits and go away. People are nauseating. Fuckin prosthetic heads!!!