I hope you can look her in the eyes I hope she can be more than a target And reject all the ideals we made for her In our fake world In our factories What's life like in a fucking factory? Make the corporate son work in the industry Built by his father's dirty hands Her head is aching A blank stare A bed invitation She doesn't know what to do Cause she is too obsessed To fit the mindless image The picture you made for her The ideal was forced on her I hope she rejects me, I hope she rejects Make the corporate son work in the industry Built by his father's dirty hands