Lenses out of focus
Edits everyone
Pretending we're not broken but the
Truth is we're all mixing
Pigments filtering our fiction
To look like golden
Living by the brushstroke
Of the rules that we can't let go
Keeping up appearances
For people that we don't know
Smiling for the cameras
Flash floods on the inside
We all take pretty pictures
But beauty is a lie
Hide behind the canvas
Fear burns like a forest fire
We all paint pretty pictures
But beauty is a lie
We can't be our own
Curators we're all imitators
Who can't think for themselves
Following the leaders
That will lead us to the front line
Only see the world
Framed by someone else's eyes
Smiling for the cameras
Flash floods on the inside
We all take pretty pictures
But beauty is a lie
Hide behind the canvas
Fear burns like a forest fire
We all paint pretty pictures
But beauty is a lie
Smiling for the cameras
Flash floods on the inside
We all take pretty pictures
But beauty is a lie
Smiling for the cameras
Flash floods on the inside
We all take pretty pictures
But beauty is a lie
Hide behind the canvas
Fear burns like a forest fire
We all paint pretty pictures
But beauty is a lie