Luyện nghe bài hát Photoshoplifting

photoshoplifting is digital thievery
the new school of surgery is easier than it to be
with induced happiness, fabricated amazement,
these emaciated saviors face down to the pavement
are expelling excess weight while waiting for nightly compliment
a to self destruction, can we call this a problem yet?
i'm watching from distances kept far from the populace
and positive that is all so far from acknowledgment
little placed in such fantastic arrangements
redefining faces to on magazine pages
in the eye of the beholder, beauty is
but in the hands of the controller it's nothing but
turning what's unique into carbon copy
the definition of was shot by the ones so merciless
a person's inner worth can be without affection
a click to fix a blemish, staying desperate for attention
these lessons that i've come from months of discretion
while television has burned images of perfection
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
intentionally 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 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 form of expression
you can make better with a click of the mouse
if are parts you dont like you can single them out
add layers upon layers to your vision of
you can recreate your or just mimic someone else

to be honest, i the way i'm looking now
funny how my smile can so quickly change a frown
the mirror reminds me of every time given in
but i fake emotions in these differences 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 to fight my way to shore
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 only way i have to me
cursed it seems, when i back in the nursery
was i shedding for this person i was sure to be?
maybe sober would lead to less blood
i almost the sink with every single cut
i need to be perfect, i can be happy with
with every correction made i feel like cat
i'm curious to see if be content with these new scars
i'm fixing but one day i'll take it too far
until then, i'll picture me in
telling myself that is the way it had to be