Einsbiemotion - Pseudoscience

[intro] I am Einsbie Grata Myn, waking to a glass of static Screens glow with opinion like gospel and magic [verse] I walk past reflections that bend into labels Faces in comments become headlines and fables Words like small hammers, they fit every shape Turning soft, private stories into public escape I feel the room shift with every practiced phrase Like a crowd rearranging nights into days [pre-chorus] They stitch a map where no map ever lay Pointing at shadows and calling them clay [chorus] They sell a false reality on the screen Spinning my heartbeat into a trending scene I try to breathe truth through a static sky But their easy names make the real things die They sell a false reality for likes and light Calling every silence a symptom of night [verse] Influencer prophets frame me with a tag Netizens sculpt me in the comments' quick drag Generalizations spread like sugar on toast Sweet to the masses, bitter to those who know most I archive my doubts in a concrete-laced chest Learning how likenesses never meant best [pre-chorus] Every diagnosis arrives like a tide Washing fragments of self to the other side [chorus] They sell a false reality on the screen Spinning my heartbeat into a trending scene I try to breathe truth through a static sky But their easy names make the real things die They sell a false reality for likes and light Calling every silence a symptom of night [bridge] Mirrors that whisper in algorithmic tongue Tell me I'm broken, tell me I'm wrong I gather my pieces from pixels and pain Peel off the labels, step back from the game If identity's thorned with a borrowed crown I'll plant my own roots in the unfiltered ground [chorus] They sell a false reality on the screen Spinning my heartbeat into a trending scene I try to breathe truth through a static sky But their easy names make the real things die They sell a false reality for likes and light Calling every silence a symptom of night [outro] I, Einsbie Grata Myn, unlearn what was sold Finding a language for feelings untold The noise will keep shouting its polished disguise I'll meet my own echo and name what is mine #OriginalSong #IndieMusic #Resilience #AcademicLife #motivation #Einsbiemotion