[Verse 1]
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

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Living by the brushstroke
Of the rules that we can’t let go
Keeping up appearances
For people that we don’t know

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
We can’t be our own
Curators, we’re all imitators
Who can’t think for themselves

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Following the leaders
That will lead us to the front line
Only see the world
Framed by someone else’s eyes

[Chorus]
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

[Chorus]
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