Luyện nghe bài hát Photoshoplifting

photoshoplifting is digital thievery
the new school of is easier than it needs to be
with induced happiness, fabricated amazement,
these emaciated saviors face down to the pavement
are excess weight while waiting for their nightly compliment
a conduit to self destruction, can we call this a problem
i'm this from distances kept far from the populace
and positive that is all so far from acknowledgment
little pixels in such fantastic arrangements
faces to place on magazine pages
in the eye of the beholder, is unconditional
but in the hands of the controller it's but unoriginal
turning what's into carbon copy advertisements
the definition of beauty was shot by the so merciless
a person's worth can be remade without affection
with a click to fix a blemish, desperate for attention
these that i've learned come from months of discretion
while television has burned images of such
in our retinas, they're us to be something we're not
after applications from the make up that you bought
it's ridiculous, this vision of is unacceptable
intentionally forcing of the exceptional
in our face, it's so hard to be erased
once we see the unattainable, we never the chase

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

to be honest, i the way i'm looking now
funny how my smile can so quickly change into a
the mirror reminds me of every time given in
but i fake 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 question
the that i made when i couldn't find the right 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 under the burning message
and press it to my to correct these imperfections
as i practice this sick self
i wonder if it's the only way i to nuture me
cursed it seems, when i cried in the nursery
was i shedding tears for this i was sure to be?
maybe being sober would lead to blood
i almost fill the sink with single cut
i to be perfect, i can be happy with that
with every correction made i feel like cat
i'm curious to see if i'll be with these new scars
i'm fixing but one day i'll take it too far
until then, picture me in magazines
telling that this is the way it had to be