[Verse 1] Painted applause on a porcelain grin, I wear the mask like it’s stitched to my skin. Silhouette saint with a counterfeit crown, High in the clouds but I'm bracing to drown. My thoughts are thieves in cathedral halls, Echoing doubt in the gold-leafed walls. I'm the echo, not the hymn, A fractured verse with a polished rim. [Pre-Chorus] Every step’s a scripted scene, On stages built from broken dreams. Praising the ghost I’m supposed to be— They clap for her, but they don’t see me. [Chorus] I’m the voice behind the velvet screen, Threading lies through a silent scream. Bleeding ink in a borrowed role, Who am I when I lose control? A name they carved in shallow stone— Is it mine, or am I still unknown? [Verse 2] I juggle stars with a puppet’s string, Choking on praise like it’s offering. Impostor heart in a hero’s chest, Dancing with grace that I second-guess. Mirror shards in a marble frame, Each one whispers a different name. I’m a phantom stitched in satin light, Burning out to keep them right. [Bridge] Can you love a fraud in bloom? Petals hide the scent of gloom. My confidence is paper-thin, Origami soul folded in sin. I speak in riddles wrapped in gold, Selling truths that I never told. [Chorus] I’m the voice behind the velvet screen, Threading lies through a silent scream. Bleeding ink in a borrowed role, Who am I when I lose control? A name they carved in shallow stone— Is it mine, or am I still unknown? [Outro] Will the mask outlive the face beneath? Or is belief the sweetest thief? I play the part until it fits, But in the dark—do I exist?
