Luyện nghe bài hát Photoshoplifting

photoshoplifting beauty is thievery
the new of surgery is easier than it needs to be
with drug happiness, fabricated amazement,
these emaciated saviors staying face down to the
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 kept far from the populace
and that this is all so far from acknowledgment
little pixels placed in such arrangements
redefining faces to on magazine pages
in the eye of the beholder, is unconditional
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 to fix a blemish, staying desperate for attention
these lessons i've learned come from months of discretion
television has burned images of such perfection
in our retinas, they're telling us to be something not
even after applications the make up that you bought
it's ridiculous, vision of beauty is unacceptable
intentionally images of the exceptional
spectacles in our face, it's so to be erased
once we see the unattainable, we quit the chase

render some light effects, uncheck the side effects
that might affect the render, hit and see how bright it gets
blur out the blemish, the edges
photoshoplifting is the next of expression
you can make yourself better with a click of the
if there are parts you like you can single them out
add layers upon layers to your vision of
you can recreate your image or 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 i've in
but i can't fake emotions in these differences so thick and
it's the that gets me every glance
i still cant lie to in any single circumstance
i learned to dance so nobody question
the choices that i made when i find the right direction
tired of guessing, i tried to fight my way to
but i was in by the current that i fear before
i run the knife under the burning message
and press it to my face to these imperfections
as i practice this self surgery
i wonder if it's the way i have to nuture me
it seems, when i cried back in the nursery
was i shedding tears for this i was sure to be?
maybe being sober would to less blood
i fill the sink with every single cut
i need to be perfect, i can be with that
with every correction 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 take it too far
then, i'll picture me in magazines
telling that this is the way it had to be