Lyric

Silver plastic on my tongue again

Auto-tuned tears in a mirror lens

Every ad says “be yourself”

Then sells me someone else

Candy-coated archetypes

Injected through my satellite nights

Perfect poses, sharpened skin

Noise gets underneath my skin

They wrap around me layer by layer

Glossy ghosts in fluorescent air

Every version pre-designed

Trying to overwrite my mind

A thousand curated personalities

Pressed against my face like packaging

All these beautiful simulations

Trying to bury what is happening

Coated, coded, overexposed

I can feel my real thoughts corrode

Scrolling faster, breathing slower

Tiny deaths inside the glow here

Everyone talks in recycled lines

Copy-paste hearts and borrowed lives

Even my sadness comes pre-made

Preset blue in a filtered haze

They cover me in chrome affection

Synthetic love and soft rejection

I disappear beneath the stream

Compressed into a trending meme

And I scream through the static light

“Can anybody hear me tonight?”

But my voice comes back machine-shaped

Cleaned and polished, pixel-safe

So I scratch my name into the screen

Just to prove I still bleed underneath

Under all these lacquered dreams

There’s a nervous system twitching

Coated, coded, hyperreal

Tell me what’s supposed to still feel real

Infinite masks in ultraviolet

Trying to fold my soul inside them