Luyện nghe bài hát Photoshoplifting

photoshoplifting beauty is thievery
the new school of surgery is easier than it to be
with induced happiness, fabricated amazement,
these emaciated saviors staying down to the pavement
are expelling weight while waiting for their nightly compliment
a conduit to self destruction, can we this a problem yet?
i'm watching this from distances kept far from the
and positive that this is all so far from
little pixels placed in such fantastic
faces to place on magazine pages
in the eye of the beholder, is unconditional
but in the of the controller it's nothing but unoriginal
turning what's unique into carbon advertisements
the definition of beauty was shot by the so merciless
a person's inner worth can be without affection
with a click to fix a blemish, staying desperate for
these lessons that learned come from months of discretion
while has burned images of such perfection
in our retinas, they're telling us to be we're not
even after applications from the make up that you
it's ridiculous, this vision of beauty is
intentionally forcing of the exceptional
in our face, it's so hard to be erased
once we see the unattainable, we quit the chase

render some light effects, uncheck the side effects
that affect the render, hit enter and see how bright it gets
blur out the blemish, the edges
photoshoplifting is the next form of
you can make yourself better with a of the mouse
if there are parts you like you can single them out
add layers layers to your vision of doubt
you can recreate your image or just someone else

to be honest, i hate the way i'm now
funny how my smile can so quickly change a frown
the reminds me of every time i've given in
but i can't fake emotions in these so thick and thin
it's the reflection that gets me glance
i still cant lie to myself in any single
i learned to so nobody would question
the choices that i made when i couldn't find the right
tired of guessing, i tried to my way to shore
but i was taken in by the current that i fear
i run the knife the waters burning message
and it to my face to correct these imperfections
as i practice this self surgery
i wonder if it's the way i have to nuture me
cursed it seems, when i back in the nursery
was i shedding tears for this person i was to be?
maybe being sober would to less blood
i almost fill the sink every single cut
i need to be perfect, i can be happy with
with every correction 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 take it too far
then, i'll picture me in magazines
telling that this is the way it had to be