Luyện nghe bài hát Photoshoplifting

photoshoplifting beauty is thievery
the new school of surgery is easier it needs to be
drug induced happiness, fabricated amazement,
these emaciated staying face down to the pavement
are expelling excess weight waiting for their nightly compliment
a conduit to self destruction, can we call this a yet?
i'm watching this from distances far from the populace
and positive that this is all so far acknowledgment
pixels placed in such fantastic arrangements
redefining faces to place on magazine
in the eye of the beholder, beauty is
but in the hands of the controller it's but unoriginal
what's unique into carbon copy advertisements
the of beauty 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 that learned come from months of discretion
while television has images of such perfection
in our retinas, they're us to be something we're not
even after from the make up that you bought
it's ridiculous, 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 quit the chase

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

to be honest, i hate the way i'm now
funny how my can so quickly change into a frown
the mirror reminds me of every i've given in
but i can't fake emotions in these differences so and thin
it's the reflection gets me every glance
i still lie to myself in any single circumstance
i to dance so nobody would question
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 taken in by the current i fear before
i run the knife the waters burning message
and press it to my face to correct these
as i practice sick self surgery
i wonder if the only way i have to nuture me
cursed it seems, when i cried in the nursery
was i shedding for this person i was sure to be?
maybe being sober would lead to blood
i almost fill the sink with every cut
i need to be perfect, i can be with that
with every correction made i feel Schrdinger's cat
i'm curious to see if i'll be with these new scars
i'm fixing myself but one day take it too far
then, i'll picture me in magazines
telling myself that is the way it had to be