Eyes on my sleeve I see it all
Hats that spin they never stall
Capturing life both big and small
Is this fashion or a curtain call?
Every move every glance
Broadcast live no second chance
If you didn't film did it exist?
In a world where nothing's missed.
Turn it on turn it off who's watching now?
Life's a loop it's all a show
Where the lens turns we all go
Lights are bright the stage is set
But is this life or just a net?
I'm dressed to impress obsessed and wired
My life's on record who's getting tired?
360 eyes no place to run
In this fashion we're all under the sun
Every stitch every thread it's all for you
Broadcast my life tell me what's true
Is this freedom or just the chains?
When everything's captured what remains?
Jackets flash the cameras see
A squirrel gone viral can't believe
But what about those who disagree
To be a part of this memory?
Style meets tech but who can say
Where the lines blur who's on display?
Who owns the moments we can't reclaim
When every second feeds the flame?
Record it now forget it how rewind the day
Life's a loop it's all a show
Where the lens turns we all go
Lights are bright the stage is set
But is this life or just a bet?
I'm dressed to impress obsessed and wired
My life's on record who's getting tired?
360 eyes no place to run
In this fashion we're all under the sun.
Every stitch every thread it's all for you
Broadcast my life tell me what's true
Is this freedom or just the chains?
When everything's captured what remains?
Drones in the air they follow me near
Who decides what's fair what's clear?
The future of fashion in every seam
Living life inside a screen.
Who's watching who's seen?
I'm dressed to impress obsessed and wired
My life's on record who's getting tired?
360 eyes no place to run
In this fashion we're all under the sun
Every stitch every thread it's all for you
Broadcast my life tell me what's true
Is this freedom or just the chains?
When everything's captured what remains?
In the threads of tech we weave our fate
But who decides what's real what's fake?
In this broadcast life can we escape?
Or are we all just part of the tape?
Who's watching who's watching who's watching ect