Digital queen

Good morning, digital queen
It's just another day in the machine

Open your mahogany wardrobe, pick a persona
The fake feminist or an agent of drama

Today, you're on a pedestal built on sand
The breeze and the sun help you keep astand

But tomorrow, a new model will arrive
Your users will dissolve, would you be surprised?

Better claim insurance on the beauty you bought
It's the only thing left that consoles your plot

Wade out from an ungrateful motel
Looking for a child, in the rainy gutters who fell
Your plastic eyes still expect a parade
But in the broken glass, it's all a dumb charade

Welcome my queen, to the machine.

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