Empty Fame

Red carpet's callin, sirens all around Another face in the crowd, lost and confused, no sound Of genuine laughter, only plastic smiles Chasing shadows, climbing empty miles This is fame, an empty place And I don't want to look the same Where everyone wins nothing and lose themselves Don't trade your soul for a fleeting grace A cardboard cutout, a pale plastic face Same designer shoes, same designer dress Same scripted line a symphony of emptiness They yearn for the spotlight, the adoring gaze But lose themselves in the manufactured haze This is fame, an empty place And I don't want to look the same Where everyone wins nothing and lose themselves Don't trade your soul for a fleeting grace A cardboard cutout, a pale plastic face This is a trend, the algorithm the guide to the end Authenticity is a burden, nowhere to hide They chase the likes, the comments, the fleeting acclaim A digital prison, an endless, hollow life This is fame, an empty place And I don't want to look the same Where everyone wins nothing and lose themselves Don't trade your soul for a fleeting grace A cardboard cutout, a pale plastic face