Beauty Is a Lie - Aine

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

Living by the brushstroke

Of the rules that we can’t let go

Keeping up appearances

For people that we don’t know

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

We can’t be our own

Curators, we’re all imitators

Who can’t think for themselves

Following the leaders

That will lead us to the front line

Only see the world

Framed by someone else’s eyes

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

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