eyenine - Photoshoplifting lyrics

photoshoplifting beauty is digital thievery the new school of surgery is easier than it needs to be with drug induced happiness, fabricated amazement, these emaciated saviors staying face down to the pavement are expelling excess weight while waiting for their nightly compliment a conduit to self destruction, can we call this a problem yet? i'm watching this from distances kept far from the populace and positive that this is all so far from acknowledgment little pixels placed in such fantastic arrangements redefining faces to place on magazine pages in the eye of the beholder, beauty is unconditional but in the hands of the controller it's nothing but unoriginal turning what's unique into carbon copy advertisements the definition of beauty was shot by the ones so merciless a person's inner worth can be remade without affection with a click to fix a blemish, staying desperate for attention these lessons that i've learned come from months of discretion while television has burned images of such perfection in our retinas, they're telling us to be something we're not even after applications from the make up that you bought it's ridiculous, this vision of beauty is unacceptable intentionally forcing images of the exceptional spectacles in our face, it's so hard to be erased once we see the unattainable, we never quit the chase let's render some light effects, uncheck the side effects that might affect the render, hit enter and see how bright it gets blur out the blemish, liquefy the edges photoshoplifting is the next form of expression you can make yourself better with a click of the mouse if there are parts you dont like you can single them out add layers upon layers to your vision of doubt you can recreate your image or just mimic someone else to be honest, i hate the way i'm looking now funny how my smile can so quickly change into a frown the mirror reminds me of every time i've given in but i can't fake emotions in these differences so thick and thin it's the reflection that gets me every glance i still cant lie to myself in any single circumstance i learned to dance so nobody would question the choices that i made when i couldn't find the right direction tired of guessing, i tried to fight my way to shore but i was taken in by the current that i fear before i run the knife under the waters burning message and press it to my face to correct these imperfections as i practice this sick self surgery i wonder if it's the only way i have to nuture me cursed it seems, when i cried back in the nursery was i shedding tears for this person i was sure to be? maybe being sober would lead to less blood i almost fill the sink with every single cut i need to be perfect, i can be happy with that with every correction made i feel like Schrdinger's cat i'm curious to see if i'll be content with these new scars i'm fixing myself but one day i'll take it too far until then, i'll picture me in magazines telling myself that this is the way it had to be