[Intro](Glitchy electronic drum loop, dark humming synth pad, distorted industrial bass)[Verse 1]Log in, zoom in, frame the ideal viewThey carved a perfect silhouette and fed it to youA million pixels scrolling on a tiny screenDefining exactly what it takes to be seenI'm bending over backwards just to fit the codeCarrying a vanity that starts to explode[Pre-Chorus]Starving myself till my muscles acheFeeding the vultures everything that they takeThe comments are vicious, the timeline is clearThey monetize the body, they weaponize the fear(Hey, hey, watch it shrink away)[Chorus]Sinking under the weight of the airThey hold the scales but nobody caresCan you see me fading out?Lost in a digital shadow of doubtThey want a product, they don't want a soulThey break us in pieces to sell us the whole![Verse 2]Contort the spine, remember how to arch the backThey label your skin if it shows a little slackA thread on a forum decides what you're worthDissecting your frame since the day of your birthA beautiful sickness designed for the pressWe're dying for likes in a hospital dress[Pre-Chorus]Starving myself till my muscles acheFeeding the vultures everything that they takeThe comments are vicious, the timeline is clearThey monetize the body, they weaponize the fear(Hey, hey, look the other way)[Chorus]Sinking under the weight of the airThey hold the scales but nobody caresCan you see me fading out?Lost in a digital shadow of doubtThey want a product, they don't want a soulThey break us in pieces to sell us the whole![Bridge](The rock instrumentation drops out completely. Heavy, pulsing 808 sub-bass kicks in with a glitchy cyber-pop vocal effect, channeling Dayseeker's synth-heavy electronic style)Running on empty to please the machineThe cleanest addiction you've ever seenThey praise the reduction, they love the decline(Music starts to swell violently, distorted guitars crash back in)They draw the incision and tell you you're fine!God, tell me you're fine![Guitar Solo](Aggressive, heavy modern rock riffing layered over pulsing synths)[Chorus]Sinking under the weight of the airThey hold the scales but nobody caresCan you see me fading out?Lost in a digital shadow of doubtThey want a product, they don't want a soulThey break us in pieces to sell us the whole![Outro](Synths slow down to a low, dying hum. The drums stop)Till my muscles ache...The audience waits.Don't let them fade me out.(Static cut to silence)