Photoshoplifting Lyrics - Singles - Eyenine

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