Internet Personas

We all got internet personas

Internet personas we hide behind

We hide behind

We all got demons deep inside us

Demons deep inside us we try to hide

We try to hide

I forgot who it is I truly am long ago

But I'll keep searching for it while I can

I knew a boy who could outline a shape in a second

That's display was eclectic in a way that was second to none

He had a hand than swam like fish in the seas

And a penstroke that'd bring any critic to his knees

It was beautiful, flowing like the blood inside my artieries

He painted hearts as targets and was practicing his archery

Mastering the artistry he carried in his chest

Until at best it was a godsend, and worst, it was a part of me

'Til suddenly things began to seem different

Moods dissipated into blue and grey pigments

But surface-wise his screen names were never inefficient

As a method to communicate that happiness was with him

So a couple thousand people saw a perfectly inoccuous complexion

While I was tryna talk him through depression

The lesson to be learned is that your heros aren't invincible

Just normal folks who often need expression, so pause and leave a message

If you want; they'd probably appreciate it

Internet personas

Internet personas we hide behind

We hide behind

We all got demons deep inside us

Demons deep inside that we try to hide

We try to hide

I forgot who it is I truly am long ago

But I'll keep searching for it while I can

I knew a person who could cultivate the words that they aligned

In a way that could coerce a train to fly

A perfect state of mind in which to learn creative rhymes

Until their person was emburdened by the verses they designed

And they began to lose their touch

The little quirks in all their writing became terse and uninviting

And ingesting any lettering they surgeoned into life

Instead of being entertainment was inert and just absurd and all the work was fucking tiring

And suddenly they were writing less and less

In spite of their success they saw no light and second guessed

The creativity they harbored in their heart

There's only so much fucking artwork you can make 'til you forget the way to start

So a couple million people saw some dipping in the frequency

Of music while they fought idiosyncracy

That slept as mental illness and woke as some peculiar train of thought

That masqueraded as a symptom of a hindering deliquency

I hope that all these words have made you think of me

Internet personas, internet personas

We all got internet personas, internet personas