No escape, there is no way out,
Of this constructed existence.
A created image of untrue conception,
You cannot find the
Manipulated a hyped invention,
Who is this false identity?
The ideal person, perfect role model,
Beneath you can
feel the cracks,
Now your nerves begin to break,
Losing grip, now its too late,
Perceive this is no fallacy,
This icon faces
On the verge of mental breakdown,
Forgotten realms of madness
Now you face the final curtain,
future life is now uncertain.