We’ve got Facebook, Instagram, YouTube and Twitter Document your whole life! #nofilter
Put it on the web for everyone to follow
and even though your stream is full, your life is sad and hollow Like your mind, you never seem to find the time to swallow Words, facts, or figures, only pictures of the bottles
That you drink every day to keep a glaze on the parties lest you see what was next After bulbs flashed and you said “CHEESE!”
It’s a tease if you think this is real
Just a shadow of the past you constructed out of zeal
Showcasing all you wish you were, omitting all you would conceal And no one is the wiser if you lie or if you cheat
But wouldn’t you rather see the truth than live the ruse of the elite? Only fragments can be seen so you miss what lies beneath
And like your next door neighbour’s window
Or the speed at which the wind blows
Your senses will defy you
Knock you down and bold-faced lie to you
They’ll never let you know what waits beyond that window But you'll see, you’re next in line
For the glory of our times
Is in telling our life story like a solid work of fiction
And we’ll never say we’re sorry for it’s our very strange affliction
To fashion fake puppets out of friends and friendly neighbours
Giving titles to our albums like they’re sequels to The Avengers
And our adventures make us soar to far off lands and distant shores But nothing could compare to the pictures we need to share
With the world to validate
All our fun or love or hate
Needing text to keep us strong when our thoughts are all but wrong And we’ve lost the will to hear our own voice between our ears
Or listen to our fears
Or let our faces show our tears
Until those faces can face the years
As more than a montage of status updates to maintain the status quo Instead we should learn, reflect and really try to grow
For the flow of life is so much more than pictures
And that 60 second video made it 60 seconds quicker
Each new shot is just a Flickr that brings us closer to our maker
So when we’re old we can remember A life
We never had
Once removed from the truth
Buried deep
A passing fad
But reality is overrated, right? It’s all mind over matter
And history was always written by those who meant to flatter
The winners, the crusaders, the rich and those in power
Who take great pains to curate an image twice as great with every hour So when we look at their personal media
We think their lives look so much easier
But we don’t see what they won’t show us
And they’re never gonna know us
So how are we supposed to grow up
In a world with pictures blown up
Miles high into the sky
Like an omnipresent eye
Catching everything we do
Like it’s destined to be news
Until we find it’s all a sham
Like what we post
On Instagram