Luyện nghe bài hát Photoshoplifting

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

let's render some light effects, uncheck the effects
that might affect the render, hit enter and see how it gets
blur out the blemish, liquefy the
photoshoplifting is the next form of
you can make yourself better a click of the mouse
if there are parts you like you can single them out
add upon layers to your vision of doubt
you can your image or just mimic someone else

to be honest, i the way i'm looking now
funny how my can so quickly change into a frown
the mirror me of every time i've given in
but i can't emotions in these differences so thick and thin
it's the reflection gets me every glance
i still lie to myself in any single circumstance
i learned to dance so nobody would
the choices that i made when i couldn't find the direction
tired of guessing, i to fight my way to shore
but i was in by the current that i fear before
i run the knife the waters burning message
and press it to my face to correct imperfections
as i practice this self surgery
i if it's the only way i have to nuture me
cursed it seems, when i back in the nursery
was i shedding tears for person i was sure to be?
being sober would lead to less blood
i almost fill the sink with single cut
i need to be perfect, i can be with that
with every correction made i like Schrdinger's cat
i'm curious to see if be content with these new scars
i'm fixing myself but one day take it too far
until then, picture me in magazines
telling myself that is the way it had to be