Lyrics
Filtered pictures, perfect light,
Nothing looks the same in real life.
Bathroom selfies, mirror pose,
Everybody putting on a show.
Gym rat flex, fish held high,
Designer suits and borrowed lives.
Everybody selling a fantasy,
Nobody saying, “Here’s the real me.”
We’re all scrolling for a spark,
Trying to find a connection in the dark.
Swipe left, swipe right, dopamine parade,
Wasting time on a masquerade.
Ghost me Monday, text me when you’re bored,
Looking for attention, never something more.
I don’t need perfect, I don’t need wealth,
Just somebody who’s done the work on themselves.
Real beats polished every single time…
I’m looking for real, not a highlight.
“CEO.” “Alpha.” “Living my best.”
But Still can’t ask me how my day went.
Three-word texts and disappearing acts,
Modern love’s got commitment tax.
Everybody wants to be that hit,
Nobody wants to heal their shit
We’re all swiping past what might be right,
Searching for the void every night.
Maybe we’re all lonely.
Maybe we’re all scared.
Building polished versions
So nobody sees what’s there.
Validation isn’t love.
Attention isn’t peace.
Healing starts within yourself…
Otherwise connection is a lease
Swipe left, swipe right, dopamine parade,
Looking for forever in a masquerade.
Ghost me Monday, text me when you’re bored,
Looking for attention, never something more.
I’ll take honesty over filtered light,
A conversation on a Friday night.
‘Cause it won’t show up posing for the feed…
It shows up when two real people finally meet
Details
GeneratedJul 5, 2026
Duration3:04
LanguageEnglish
Style
Genre: Industrial Dance, Dark Electronica, French House, Alternative Electronic
Style: Tool mixed with Daft Punk
Credits
Prompt byRareLegend732
ModelAria v5.5
