[Verse 1] Gold blade catches the camera flash Sweet little promise with a poisoned clasp You sell your smile like a signed confession The crowd buys the face, not the obsession Keep that receipt; remember this [Pre-Chorus] Your dressing room is cold and vacant The practiced grin can't hide the breaking You take their threats and call it fame Then watch them feed upon your name [Chorus] Would you become the death or to shine the live? Would you cut your truth just to stay alive? The bitch isn’t an idol, she’s a face on loan Built from a lie that she didn’t own Would you burn the script, let the cameras see? They made a product; they didn’t make me [Verse 2] Petals in the gutter, roses on the feed Every sweet confession has a sponsor’s fee You drag the secret out beneath the stage No bullets—just the truth they tried to cage This is the cost of their sacrifice [Pre-Chorus] Your dressing room is cold and vacant The practiced grin can't hide the breaking You take their threats and call it fame Then watch them feed upon your name [Chorus] Would you become the death or to shine the live? Would you cut your truth just to stay alive? The bitch isn’t an idol, she’s a face on loan Built from a lie that she didn’t own Would you burn the script, let the cameras see? They made a product; they didn’t make me [Bridge] Smile for the lens while the contract bleeds Who gets the truth? Who gets what she needs? Sell them the angel, bury the cost A perfect little star with her childhood lost Fuck your halo, fuck your cue The lie was theirs; the wound was true [Chorus] Would you become the death or to shine the live? Would you cut your truth just to stay alive? The bitch isn’t an idol, she’s a face on loan Built from a lie that she didn’t own Would you burn the script, let the cameras see? They made a product; they didn’t make me [Outro] Smile for the lens while the contract bleeds Who gets the truth? Who gets what she needs?
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