♫ Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis ♫

They say if you put lipstick on a pig, it’s still a pig.

A pig poorly trying to disguise what it truly is. One can wear all the makeup in the world, but it will never stop you from being ugly. For beauty is in the eye of the beholder, mi amigos, and ugliness shines from within.

Many have looked at Arcadia through the haze of their own ideology, smearing their brand of makeup over our world. But no foundation can conceal the ugliness they bring.

El Drago Caido’s foundation paved the way for my homeland to flourish. But jealousy is an ugly shade of green, Caido, as gifts given shouldn’t be stolen back.

In Nox’s world, beauty is a concoction prepared in a lab, manufactured and toxic. His perfection comes with a price, and that price is choking the life out of Arcadia’s lungs – his beauty nothing but poison.

But you, Narcissa, perch yourself on your ivory tower. Your vantage point allows you to paint every level of Arcadia to the tones you deem beautiful. Your beauty is only skin deep, as are the relationships you lace with betrayal. You whisper sweet nothings as lullabies, only to drive forth your knife with the next breath.

Beauty may lie in the eye of the beholder, but your beauty is blind. Every smear of concealer, every gaudy shade of lipstick has amounted to one thing…

Lipstick on a fucking pig.

♫ But it’s just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
Cause I’m Mr. Brightside ♫

If beauty by one’s own design makes the world ugly, then what is true beauty?

Beauty is seen in the small moments that keep this world spinning. It is the songs that continue to keep my strings strumming.

It’s stories of love sung in the grief of a crying widow. The retribution of a man like Doom, seeking to right old wrongs.

But it’s also simpler. Deeper in its simplicity.

A smile, radiating from within.

The smile of true joy which shines from within. The outpouring of belief in something greater than one’s self… like a door that will lead to a better place.

That perhaps there was something in the words of Mister Sunshine all along.

The cruel twist? Mister Brightside always showed it … but we could only see it after he lost his smile.

♫ How did it end up like this? ♫

All of Narcissa’s efforts to push her own beauty over Arcadia have only resulted in ugliness. Ugliness covering up the true beauty hidden in the darkness we call home.

You’d be a whole lot prettier, Narcy, if you smiled once in a while, instead of wearing that scowl that hides behind your lipsticked lips. Lips doing a poor job of disguising what you truly are.

In the end, you are that pig.

And behind that lipstick… you’re not pretty at all.

You’re ugly.

And it’s time someone slapped the lipstick right off your face.