Show me that you're really real

[Intro] [Chorus] Real. You're the only thing that's real. Behind the screen, behind the glass, I don't wanna live inside the mask. Real. Show me that you're really real. [Verse 1] You're counting every profile view again tonight, But all that glossy beauty isn't real—it's staged just right. This whole city feels like one perfectly framed scene, Where everybody hides behind a tired silver screen. [Subtle plucks enter, sparse vocal chops in the back] Too many filters on exhausted faces everywhere, We're prisoners of someone else's picture-perfect air. I'm tired of the noise, I'm tired of this endless show, I only want the soul that only you can truly show. [Pre-Chorus] Step out of the flashing lights, Wash away the makeup and the lies. Look around— This city's never felt so cold. My hands are on the wheel, An empty highway leads us home. Tell me... Are you ready to take off the mask And simply live? [Chorus] Real. You're the only thing that's real. Behind the screen, behind the glass, I don't wanna live inside the mask. Real. Show me that you're really real. [Post-Chorus] [Sticky, catchy phrase built for short-form clips, reverby guitar solo bites] No filters on your skin. That's where the beauty begins. (Real...) No filters on your skin. That's where the beauty begins. [Verse 2] The dashboard glows, The night air feels alive. We're driving past illusions, Leaving empty dreams behind. They keep selling perfect lives, But underneath there's nothing there. All I need is your honest heart, Your simple beauty laid bare. [Dreamy pads swell] Give me real emotion, No edits, no disguise. Your beautifully imperfect soul Is worth a thousand perfect lives. [Chorus] Real. You're the only thing that's real. Behind the screen, behind the glass, I don't wanna live inside the mask. Real. Show me that you're really real. [Outro] No filters... Just you. Real. (Final fading analog synth chord) [End]