Luyện nghe bài hát Photoshoplifting

photoshoplifting beauty is thievery
the new school of surgery is easier than it to be
with drug induced happiness, amazement,
these saviors staying face down to the pavement
are excess weight while waiting for their nightly compliment
a conduit to self destruction, can we this a problem yet?
i'm this from distances kept far from the populace
and that this is all so far from acknowledgment
little pixels placed in such fantastic
redefining faces to on magazine pages
in the eye of the beholder, is unconditional
but in the of the controller it's nothing but unoriginal
turning unique 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 to fix a blemish, staying desperate for attention
these lessons i've learned come from months of discretion
while television has burned of such perfection
in our retinas, they're telling us to be we're not
even after applications from the up that you bought
it's ridiculous, this vision of beauty is
intentionally 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 light effects, uncheck the side effects
might affect the render, hit enter and see how bright it gets
blur out the blemish, liquefy the
photoshoplifting is the form 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 your of doubt
you can recreate your image or just mimic someone

to be honest, i hate the way i'm now
funny how my smile can so quickly change into a
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 that gets me glance
i cant lie to myself in any single circumstance
i learned to so nobody would question
the choices that i when i couldn't find the right direction
tired of guessing, i tried to fight my way to
but i was taken in by the that i fear before
i run the knife under the waters message
and it to my face to correct these imperfections
as i practice this sick surgery
i wonder if it's the way i have to nuture me
it seems, when i cried back in the nursery
was i tears for this person i was sure to be?
maybe being would lead to less blood
i fill the sink with every single cut
i need to be perfect, i can be happy with
with every made i feel like Schrdinger's cat
i'm curious to see if i'll be content with new scars
i'm fixing myself but one day i'll it too far
then, i'll picture me in magazines
telling that this is the way it had to be