Screen glow worship in the dead of night.
Curated shadows in filtered light.
Your avatar bleeds perfect lies,
While my projection slowly dies.
We trade our hearts in binary code,
As we walk this pixelated road.

Synthetic touch through dead connections...
Worshiping our own reflections...

Pixelated roses, a love so fake it's sin.
You are loving someone that nobody's ever been.
Digital devotion to a face that isn't mine.
We're drowning in illusions, one small pixel at a time.
Pixelated roses—beauty built on lies.
Catfish hearts entangled in these fabricated ties.

I sculpted a soul from your passion and hope.
Little did you know it's a slippery slope.
You fell in love with my design,
A stranger in disguise so fine.
We're architects of our demise,
Constructing love from alibis.

When the servers crash and the masks come down,
Will you still love the wreckage you have found?
Or will we both just disconnect and fade,
Two hollow shells the algorithm made...

Pixelated roses, a love so fake it's sin.
You are loving someone that nobody's ever been.
Digital devotion to a face that isn't mine.
We're drowning in illusions, one small pixel at a time.
Pixelated roses—beauty built on lies.
Catfish hearts entangled in these fabricated ties.

Pixelated roses, a love so fake it's sin.
You are loving someone that nobody's ever been.