Unfiltered Glance

{camera

shutters clicking rapidly transitioning into heavy bass-line} {glitchy tape-hiss intro}

Warping the frame, let the pixels bend

Easy enough, just a trend for the friends

We don't acknowledge the signal we send If the facade is a

master, we play and pretend.

{dry weary sarcastic delivery} I gain the attention when I lose my

own face Quelle ironie,

a digital chase. {subtle metallic reverb on likes} The manufactured smile is

a mile too wide The aesthetic is hollow,

nowhere to hide. The younger ones watch,

the reality dies We’re all just performers in the Pretty Girl Lie.

{anthemic abrasive confrontational} My life is a shadow,

the image is fake How much of my spirit am I willing

to break?

{layered harmonies shimmering and cynical}

I consume the void,

I become the thin air

Alter the features, the "stunning" snare.

I loathe the egomaniac,

the ghost in the screen

But the validation is a dangerous machine.

{rhythmic fast-paced delivery} It makes me feel hollow,

the contrast is real I’m breaking the mirror to show how I

feel.

{rapid-fire vocal chop on not even real} The cycle is endless,

the pressure is grand.

Je ne veux plus modifier ma vie sur commande.

{music pulls back to driving bass and sharp snap} I am the

problem. Je suis le problème.

{whisper very close-mic} 100%

Tiguidou. The filter is disabled.

We’ll be okay.

On sera bien. {raw intimate bedroom studio vibe resolved and elegant}

{phone turned off sound and long slow exhale of

relief}