over the line,

(Verse 1) They say they love truth, but only if it’s sweet, Only if it’s wrapped in words that don’t cut deep. Honesty’s a luxury, served in soft tones, Just a mirror they look in, but don’t want shown. They'll praise the rebel when it suits their script, Stand close to the fire, but never feel its grip. Words like ornaments, dressed up and refined, They say they want real, but they hide behind lines. (Chorus 1) Everyone loves the taste of bold, Until it’s bitter, unwrapped, and cold. They say they crave the raw unbridled truth, But only want the half they can chew. (Verse 2) A world of mannequins, dressed in borrowed pride, Chasing depth they dont possess inside. They talk of courage, of breaking chains, But only if its safe, only if it’s framed. They’ll throw back words like “authentic” and “real,” But peel back the layers and see how they feel. We're nothing but monkeys in a curated light, They say they want bold but prefer black-and-white. (Chorus 2) Everyone loves the taste of bold, Until they choke on what’s uncontrolled. They say they want the raw unfiltered truth, But turn away when its pointed at you. (Break) Raise a toast to the empty, the polished and clean, To the filtered lives on a glowing screen. They love the idea of baring their soul, But only in parts they can censor and mold. (Verse 3) So here’s to the artist, the raw and untamed, Those who bear scars from others that blamed. They toyed with a truth too jagged, too rough, Not for the faint, it’s more than enough. They’re the skeletons haunting your curated feed, An honest reflection no one wants to see. Lost in a world of silence and show, We're all just Monkeys designer clothes (Chorus 3) Everyone loves the taste of bold, Until the heat’s too hot to hold. They say they crave the raw unfiltered truth, But bury their heads when the cannons pointed at you (Outro) It’s all just a script with a hollow plot, Truth’s a costume that we somehow forgot. They wanted bold, praise if it’s free, But only if it comes with guarantees.