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 saviors staying face down to the pavement
are expelling excess weight while waiting for nightly compliment
a conduit to self destruction, can we call this a yet?
i'm watching this from distances kept far the populace
and positive that is all so far from acknowledgment
little pixels in such fantastic arrangements
redefining faces to place on magazine
in the eye of the beholder, is unconditional
but in the hands of the controller it's nothing but
turning what's unique carbon copy advertisements
the of beauty was shot by the ones so merciless
a person's inner worth can be remade affection
a click to fix a blemish, staying desperate for attention
these lessons i've learned come from months of discretion
while television has burned images of such
in our retinas, telling us to be something we're not
even after applications the make up that you bought
it's ridiculous, this vision of is unacceptable
forcing images of the exceptional
spectacles in our face, so hard to be erased
we see the unattainable, we never quit the chase

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

to be honest, i hate the way i'm now
how my smile can so quickly change into a frown
the mirror reminds me of time i've given in
but i can't fake emotions in these so thick and thin
it's the that gets me every glance
i still lie to myself in any single circumstance
i learned to dance so would question
the choices that i made when i find the right direction
tired of guessing, i tried to 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 to correct these imperfections
as i practice this sick surgery
i wonder if the only way i have to nuture me
cursed it seems, i cried back in the nursery
was i shedding for this person i was sure to be?
maybe being would lead to less blood
i almost the sink with every single cut
i to be perfect, i can be happy with that
every correction made i feel like Schrdinger's cat
i'm curious to see if be content with these new scars
i'm fixing myself but one day i'll it too far
until then, i'll me in magazines
telling that this is the way it had to be