Beauty is the Enemy
cEVIN Key Lyrics


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Oh, you thin insipid lullabies of compliance
Do we not see the ripping flesh of countless pretty creatures
When they become the food of my grotesque lust
All bodies require food
It's their right
Defiled
Defiled
Defiled are they
Those who remain at the surface do so at their own peril
Those who dive beneath the surface glorify the grotesque
Glorify the grotesque
Uprooting ugliness to be their heroic standard
Ugliness my flag
Ugliness my flag
Be warned, you are marred
Misshapen
Measly
Your desperation is disfigured devotion
Beauty is the enemy
Acceptance of ugliness is the redemption of sanity
There is no beauty, only ugliness
There is no glamour, only ghastly blemish
All romance disfigured
All morals monstrous
All beauty our enemy
They are the elect to whom grotesque things bring only rapture
Genocidal chatter
Merely nodding
Ugliness is a form of genius

Can you hear me out there?




Can you hear me out there? Do you remember that one?
OK, well, there's your message

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to cEVIN Key's "Beauty is the Enemy" are a commentary on the superficial and damaging standards of beauty that are enforced by society. The first stanza critiques the conventional "thin insipid lullabies of compliance" that reinforce these standards. The second stanza paints a bleak picture of the consequences of such standards, describing the "ripping flesh of countless pretty creatures" who become victims of grotesque lust. The third stanza emphasizes the right of all bodies to require food, but the grotesque consumption of beauty renders them defiled. The fourth stanza warns those who remain at the surface of these standards that they do so at their own peril, while those who dive beneath the surface to embrace ugliness do so heroically. The final stanza declares that beauty is the enemy and acceptance of ugliness is the path to redemption and sanity.


Line by Line Meaning

Oh, you thin insipid lullabies of compliance
Songs that lack substance and blindly conform to expectations.


Do we not see the ripping flesh of countless pretty creatures
We are aware of how beauty often leads to exploitation and destruction of living beings.


When they become the food of my grotesque lust
When beautiful creatures are consumed by my perverse desires.


All bodies require food
All living beings require sustenance to survive.


It's their right
It is their inherent entitlement.


Defiled
Tainted with corruption and dishonor.


Defiled
Tainted with corruption and dishonor.


Defiled are they
They are corrupted and dishonored.


Those who remain at the surface do so at their own peril
Those who live superficially are prone to danger.


Those who dive beneath the surface glorify the grotesque
Those who explore deeper aspects of existence embrace the strange and unconventional.


Glorify the grotesque
Celebrating the surreal and abnormal.


Uprooting ugliness to be their heroic standard
Rejecting conventional standards of beauty and making the grotesque a prized ideal.


Ugliness my flag
The grotesque is my emblem and banner.


Ugliness my flag
The grotesque is my emblem and banner.


Be warned, you are marred
Take heed, you are flawed and imperfect.


Misshapen
Deformed in shape or form.


Measly
Pathetically small and insignificant.


Your desperation is disfigured devotion
Your despair is a twisted form of dedication.


Beauty is the enemy
Traditional notions of beauty are deemed as obstacles.


Acceptance of ugliness is the redemption of sanity
Acknowledging and embracing the grotesque is essential for mental well-being.


There is no beauty, only ugliness
The notion of beauty is a facade, obscuring the underlying grotesqueness.


There is no glamour, only ghastly blemish
The concept of glamour is merely a cover-up for the eerie and blemished reality.


All romance disfigured
Romanticized notions are distorted.


All morals monstrous
Ethical standards are twisted and monstrous.


All beauty our enemy
Traditional beauty is an adversary.


They are the elect to whom grotesque things bring only rapture
Some individuals find happiness and ecstasy in unconventional, eerie elements.


Genocidal chatter
Conversations about extermination.


Merely nodding
Simply agreeing without understanding the gravity of the situation.


Ugliness is a form of genius
The grotesque holds a unique form of brilliance.


Can you hear me out there?
Are you listening to my message?


Can you hear me out there? Do you remember that one?
Are you paying attention? Do you understand the reference?




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