Pretenders
Unmasking the Charade: The Hollow Dance of Modern Existence
Lyrics
I can’t be the only one feeling the lack of substance in the air
I feel a lack of depth or substance in the environment.
For better or worse, this is the new wave
This is the current trend or way of thinking, whether positive or negative.
A sick and shallow world, we only care when it’s convenient
The world is shallow and sick, and people only care when it's convenient for them.
Why do we mind about what they think
Questioning why we are concerned about others' opinions.
And why do we care about what they say?
Questioning the importance of what others say about us.
Just ask yourself
Encouragement to self-reflect.
Why search for validation when
Questioning the need for validation.
Smoke and mirrors fuels our reality
Our perception of reality is distorted by deception.
Is this what genuine feels like now?
Asking if this is what authenticity feels like in the present.
Or are we all just good pretenders?
Raising the possibility that everyone is just pretending.
We're stretching ourselves thin to please all of them
We're trying too hard to please everyone.
We're dancing along with the cycle to match the tempo
We're conforming to the societal rhythm.
All I see is people speaking with forked tongues
Observing insincerity in people's words.
And others buying into what they spew
People are accepting and believing in insincere messages.
It’s sickening
Expressing strong disapproval or disgust.
Don’t you just love fake caring about others problems?
Sarcastically commenting on pretending to care about others' problems.
Don’t you just love selling yourselves for some acceptance?
Sarcastically commenting on sacrificing authenticity for acceptance.
We’re all just filling these spaces with halfhearted feelings
We're filling our interactions with superficial emotions.
No care behind our words
Our words lack genuine concern.
You feel better now, you feel better now
Sarcastically suggesting a false sense of improvement or satisfaction.
I’d be lying if I told you that I wasn’t a lost soul chasing after decaying dreams
Admitting to being a lost soul pursuing fading dreams.
Pure honesty, what more do you want from me?
Asking for acceptance of pure honesty.
It's such a shame we'll sell our souls in trade for fame
Criticizing the willingness to compromise values for fame.
When in time it will fade. We want a quick escape
Awareness that fame is temporary and the desire for a quick escape from reality.
Is this what genuine feels like now?
Repeating the question of whether authenticity exists in the current context.
Or are we all just good pretenders?
Reiterating the possibility that everyone is just pretending.
We're stretching ourselves thin to please all of them
Continuation of the struggle to please everyone.
We're dancing along with the cycle to match the tempo
Continuation of conforming to societal expectations.
We're stretching ourselves thin.
Re-emphasizing the challenge of trying to please everyone.
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