Luyện nghe bài hát Photoshoplifting

photoshoplifting is digital thievery
the new school of surgery is than it needs to be
with induced happiness, fabricated amazement,
these emaciated saviors staying down to the pavement
are expelling excess weight while for their 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 placed 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 nothing but unoriginal
turning what's into carbon copy advertisements
the definition of beauty was shot by the so merciless
a inner worth can be remade without affection
with a click to fix a blemish, desperate for attention
these lessons that i've learned come months of discretion
while television has burned images of perfection
in our retinas, they're telling us to be we're not
after applications from the make up that you bought
it's ridiculous, vision of beauty is unacceptable
forcing images of the exceptional
spectacles in our face, so hard to be erased
once we see the unattainable, we never the chase

let's render some 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 next of expression
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 your 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 me of every time i've given in
but i can't fake emotions in these differences so thick and
it's the reflection that gets me every
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 the right direction
tired of guessing, i tried to my way to shore
but i was taken in by the current i fear before
i run the knife under the waters message
and press it to my to correct these imperfections
as i this sick 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 tears for this person i was sure to be?
maybe being sober would to less blood
i fill 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 i'll be content these new scars
i'm fixing myself but one day i'll it too far
then, i'll picture me in magazines
telling myself this is the way it had to be