Lady Liberties Currency Cry.

From Doll Hairs,
To Euros,
Renminbi to Yen,
Cornea's cursed to coal mining of women and men,
Production,
reproduction,
Wash, rinse, repeat,
Branded bars of soap stamp from head to feet,
Candy-wrapped cars,
Generic Stars,
This is all a scheme,
For generations to resemble machine,
Get on a scale and weigh the beauty of your skin,
for tanning corporations to bake a false interpretation,
It's a jack-pot they win,
You think an assembly line will align,
with the tower of babel,
but all billboards are bound to gravel,
Grab a gavel,
Put your loose change out of range,
And listen to my plea,
That there's no such price to self-liberty.