I feel the weight of this world that's waiting,
I put out my truth, but there's always a gate in.
Songs and science, what I want to show,
But the algorithm tells me how to flow.
How much of this is really my choice?
Or are the rules pushing me, silencing my voice?
The authenticity I crave, where's it gone?
It fades in the formula of success to be won.
Conditioned authenticity, how real can I be?
In this game of metrics, what's left of me?
I share what I am, but sometimes it's a mask,
Lost in the rules, they tell me what to ask.
Heidegger would call it the fall into "they,"
I lose myself in what they think I should say.
It's a battle between what I want and what's expected,
Success and truth, two paths disconnected.
How much of this is really my choice?
Or are the rules pushing me, silencing my voice?
The authenticity I crave, where's it gone?
It fades in the formula of success to be won.
Conditioned authenticity, how real can I be?
In this game of metrics, what's left of me?
I share what I am, but sometimes it's a mask,
Lost in the rules, they tell me what to ask.
It's a dilemma, a constant fight,
Between who I am and what's deemed right.
But I keep going, chasing what's true,
Even if the system says that's not what I should do.
Conditioned authenticity, how real can I be?
In this game of metrics, what's left of me?
I share what I am, but sometimes it's a mask,
Lost in the rules, they tell me what to ask.