Unfiltered Glance

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.

I gain the attention when I lose my own face Quelle ironie,

a digital chase. 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.

My life is a shadow,

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

to break?

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.

It makes me feel hollow,

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

feel.

The cycle is endless,

the pressure is grand.

Je ne veux plus modifier ma vie sur commande.

I am the problem.

Je suis le problème.

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We’ll be okay.

On sera bien.