Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Are you happy with yourself? (Pretty hurts, pretty hurts...)
What's in your head, it doesn't matter...
Perfection is a disease of a nation
Then you break when the fake facade leaves you in the dark
The illusion has been shed; (Pretty hurts, pretty hurts...)
You try to fix something, but you can't fix what you can't see
We shine the light on whatever's worst...