aimusic.one

Verse:
In the assembly of echoes, where colors blend,
A counterfeit canvas, a means to an end.
Art bleeds in the silence of mass appeal,
A mirage of beauty, too cheap to feel.

Chorus:
"I Am an Illusion," a whisper in the void,
A song of deceit, quietly deployed.
A fraud in the gallery, lost and alone,
A mimic's lament, in monotone.

Outro:
Yet, amidst the forgery, a spark ignites,
A plea for the genuine, in artificial nights.
For even in the facade, a truth can dawn,
An illusion, embraced, until it's gone.