Story Behind The Song

We live in a world where image is everything. But what happens when we rise up against that? For many of us we become what others want and we feel the need to change ourselves to conform. In our own pop culture we feed the idea to both men and women: perfection. With technology we have further pushed that expectation changing the way we look and printing that in our media.

Song Description

Copy Cut Paste is about our entertainment industry and how perfect we must be as entertainers. You do give a big part of yourself up when you are trying to fit the mold, to sell YOU, the product. But with a bit of courage you can give them what they want and still rebel. It's about being yourself and being proud of your body and your body image. Do not change you, unless you want to change you.

Lyrics

COPY CUT PASTE
Lyrics by Lucky Vita

Modification
Self-mutilation
A new creation
For your generation
Modification
Self-mutilation
A new creation
For your generation

They want me to break my nose
They want me to change my clothes
They want me to sell my soul
I just stand and strike a pose

Doctor will it hurt when you break my nose
Doctor will they see, will they even know
As I lay my life here on your table
Make me your star, Mark me with your label

CHORUS 1:
Copy cut paste
In your magazine
Copy cut paste
Trim it off the seam
Copy cut paste
You can change my face
Copy cut paste
I am easy to replace

Modification
Self-mutilation
A new creation
For your generation

You want me to fit the mold
You want me to hide my own
I just can't do what I'm told
I live my life, while you throw stones

Sorry doctor I broke your silver blade
Sorry doctor I lost enough skin today
As I lay my life here on your table
I am the star, I don't need your label

CHORUS 2:
Copy cut paste
In your magazine
Copy cut paste
Trim it off the seam
Copy cut paste
You can change my face
Copy cut paste
I am easy to erase

Take me to your computer now
Where you change my face
And then you paint your clown
Take me down, take me down
Take me down, take me down
Take me down, take me down
TAKE. ME. DOWN.

Make me perfect
Under pressure

They want me to break my nose
They want me to change my clothes
They want me to sell my soul
They want me to fit the mold
They want me to hide my own
They want me to be so cold
Run! Run! Run! RUN!

Modification
Self-mutilation
A new creation
For your generation
(x4)

I'm gonna sell my soul tonight
I'm gonna sell my soul tonight
I'm gonna sell my soul tonight
I'm gonna sell my soul...

Please doctor I'm afraid of the blade
Please doctor can't I be saved

Walk, walk, walk, walk
Pose, pose, pose, pose
Sell me your soul, sell me your soul, sell me your soul
I am under control

(CHORUS 2)

Pressure... Pressure.... Pressure...

I am under pressure
I am under pressure
I am under pressure
But you're not gonna bring me
DOWN...