Lyric

Sunset orange, fluorescent blue light

This apple in my hand, is its color right?

Just a signal hitting the screen of my eye

My brain remasters as the moments fly

"This color is red," the world whispers the trick

This custom-made reality, so clever and quick

Is this its true shape? Whose reference is this beauty we see?

A fiction drawn inside my brain, an emotion good to me

My Reality is not Your Reality

A different output from the input I receive

Is that "perfect face" an app that you believe?

In a world behind a filter, we're just dancin'

Drawn to a face with perfect symmetry

An ancient program, deep inside of me

Is it healthy genes? A survival algorithm's art?

A switch flips to "Like," a reaction in my heart

But every season, the textbook gets a new design

Yesterday's "perfect" is today's broken line

Is this its true shape? Whose reference is this beauty we see?

A fiction drawn inside my brain, an emotion good to me

My Reality is not Your Reality

A different output from the input I receive

Is that "handsome face" an app that you believe?

In a world behind a filter, we're just dancin'

An age when blackened teeth were seen as cool and grand

When fuller figures were a status in the land

Our values flip 180, like a card game's sleight of hand

In a hundred years, whose face will get all the "Likes" on demand?

Installing a new aesthetic, a brand new decree

We're updating our OS for all the world to see

Is this the real world? It's time to doubt the reference we know

A fiction drawn inside the brain, an emotion we must grow

My Reality can be Your Reality

A shared dream that we're seeing, a moment of sympathy

This "answer" is an app you install to be free

For the strength to lose the filter, we are searchin'

What is "Real"...?

What is "Beauty"...?

...Cannot... Uninstall

It's my... It's your

Brain-Remix