**🎙️ INTRO / HOOK**
They’re all around – but inside they’re hollow,
postin’ their lives for the world to follow.
Heads down low, necks locked tight,
staring at screens through the lonely night.
Not outta love, bro – just from boredom’s flame,
they chase the likes, but forget their name.
One tap, one heart, a flash that fades,
real connection – man, that’s what decays.
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**🎙️ PART 1 – THE FACADE**
Look around – no one talks no more,
just swipes and scrolls, eyes glued to the floor.
Livin’ fake lives that don’t exist,
smiles on lips, but the soul got missed.
They say they livin’ – but they only post,
dreams online, but they lost the ghost.
Everybody flexin’, nobody’s real,
the louder the world, the less we feel.
Chasin’ clicks, they forget who they are,
buildin’ palaces made of filters and stars.
The sun don’t shine on truth no more,
it’s filters, likes – that’s what they adore.
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**🎤 HOOK**
They’re all around – but inside they’re hollow,
postin’ their lives for the world to follow.
Heads down low, necks locked tight,
staring at screens through the lonely night.
Fake smiles hide the pain they feel,
shiny fronts but hearts ain’t real.
One tap, one heart, emotion brief,
but real connection – that’s the grief.
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**🎙️ PART 2 – THE VOID**
See ’em at night with the screen’s cold glow,
eyes wide open, but souls say no.
They chase perfection they’ll never see,
forget who they’re truly meant to be.
Chasin’ fame, findin’ dust and smoke,
half of ’em lost, the rest all broke.
You ask “Yo, how you doin’, man?”
They smile and say “All good, I am.”
But you can see the pain inside,
behind those screens where they hide.
They share love no one feels,
maskin’ wounds that never heal.
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**🎤 BRIDGE – REAL TALK**
Lift my eyes, bro, from the fake display,
see real faces, the stone fades away.
Words weigh heavy, but the heart feels free,
no filter left – just the realest me.
I wanna feel, not tap or type,
sit down and talk, no digital hype.
Yeah, the world’s sick – but we’re the cure,
stay real, my brother, keep your soul pure.
**🎙️ PART 3 – THE WAY BACK**
Phone off now, I step outside,
breathe real air, feel real life.
Kids all laughin’, no Wi-Fi zone,
just real voices, I ain’t alone.
Learn to live, not post for fame,
seein’ faces, not just names.
What’s the point of fame and cash,
if you’re still lonely behind the flash?
Now I know what truly stays,
not reach, not clout, not numbers’ praise.
Realness dies only if we quit,
so live it raw – don’t filter it.
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**🎤 HOOK / OUTRO**
They’re all around – but inside they’re hollow,
postin’ their lives for the world to follow.
Heads down low, necks locked tight,
staring at screens through the lonely night.
Fake smiles hide the pain they feel,
shiny fronts but hearts ain’t real.
One tap, one heart, emotion brief,
but real connection – that’s the grief.
(Soft outro, voice fades)*
**“Hey… look up.”**
JazzyJam345
