Luyện nghe bài hát Photoshoplifting

photoshoplifting is digital thievery
the new school of surgery is than it needs to be
with induced happiness, fabricated amazement,
these emaciated saviors face down to the pavement
are expelling excess weight while for their nightly compliment
a to self destruction, can we call this a problem yet?
i'm watching this from distances kept far the populace
and positive that this is all so far acknowledgment
little pixels in such fantastic arrangements
faces to place on magazine pages
in the eye of the beholder, beauty is
but in the hands of the it's nothing but unoriginal
turning what's into carbon copy advertisements
the definition of was shot by the ones so merciless
a person's inner can be remade without affection
with a click to fix a blemish, staying for attention
these lessons i've learned come from months of discretion
television has burned images of such perfection
in our retinas, they're telling us to be we're not
even after applications from the up that you bought
ridiculous, this vision of beauty is unacceptable
intentionally forcing of the exceptional
in our face, it's so hard to be erased
once we see the unattainable, we never quit the

render some light effects, uncheck the side effects
that might affect the render, hit enter and see how it gets
out the blemish, liquefy the edges
photoshoplifting is the next of expression
you can make yourself better with a click of the
if there are parts you dont like you can single out
add layers upon layers to your of doubt
you can recreate your image or just mimic else

to be honest, i hate the way i'm now
funny how my smile can so quickly into a frown
the mirror reminds me of every i've given in
but i can't fake emotions in these differences so thick and
it's the reflection that me every glance
i cant lie to myself in any single circumstance
i learned to dance so would question
the choices that i when i couldn't find the right direction
of guessing, i tried to fight my way to shore
but i was taken in by the that i fear before
i run the knife the waters burning message
and press it to my face to correct imperfections
as i practice sick self surgery
i wonder if it's the only way i have to me
cursed it seems, when i back in the nursery
was i shedding tears for this i was sure to be?
maybe being sober would lead to less
i almost fill the sink with single cut
i need to be perfect, i can be happy with
with every correction i feel like Schrdinger's cat
i'm curious to see if i'll be content with new scars
i'm fixing but one day i'll take it too far
until then, picture me in magazines
myself that this is the way it had to be