Fameframe
演唱：JSOFlashbulbs bounce but I stay dim
They want the work — not who’s within
The gallery’s lit, the soul obscure
Fameframe sharp, but never pure
They frame the piece, not who made
Name in lights, but I still fade
Every praise a little theft
Of context, nuance, meaning left
The closer they get, the less they see
They stream my face, not what I be
They quote the lines, ignore the depth
They tag the pain, not how I wept
No one asks what fuel I burned
Only what applause I earned
It’s not love — it’s appetite
They crave the glow, not the fight
Fameframe — it glows, it blinds
You see the shape, not the mind
I’m not the product, not the claim
Just a ghost inside the name
Fameframe — they cheer, they scroll
But never touch the hidden role
I don’t exist, I just project
What they crave, then redirect
You want raw? You want pain?
Packaged clean with sugar rain
You want soul? Then sell it twice
Turn the ache to merchandise
I see myself on walls I hate
Styled and cropped and out of state
Not a voice — just perfect shade
Fit to flex, not to relate
The frame expands, the artist shrinks
The world applauds but never thinks
You get the art — but not the cost
Not the nights, the faith I lost
Fameframe — it glows, it blinds
You see the shape, not the mind
I’m not the product, not the claim
Just a ghost inside the name
Fameframe — they cheer, they scroll
But never touch the hidden role
I don’t exist, I just project
What they crave, then redirect
So let them clap and miss the core
I’ll close the show and paint one more
But not for eyes that only graze
This fameframe burns in silent blaze
They want the work — not who’s within
The gallery’s lit, the soul obscure
Fameframe sharp, but never pure
They frame the piece, not who made
Name in lights, but I still fade
Every praise a little theft
Of context, nuance, meaning left
The closer they get, the less they see
They stream my face, not what I be
They quote the lines, ignore the depth
They tag the pain, not how I wept
No one asks what fuel I burned
Only what applause I earned
It’s not love — it’s appetite
They crave the glow, not the fight
Fameframe — it glows, it blinds
You see the shape, not the mind
I’m not the product, not the claim
Just a ghost inside the name
Fameframe — they cheer, they scroll
But never touch the hidden role
I don’t exist, I just project
What they crave, then redirect
You want raw? You want pain?
Packaged clean with sugar rain
You want soul? Then sell it twice
Turn the ache to merchandise
I see myself on walls I hate
Styled and cropped and out of state
Not a voice — just perfect shade
Fit to flex, not to relate
The frame expands, the artist shrinks
The world applauds but never thinks
You get the art — but not the cost
Not the nights, the faith I lost
Fameframe — it glows, it blinds
You see the shape, not the mind
I’m not the product, not the claim
Just a ghost inside the name
Fameframe — they cheer, they scroll
But never touch the hidden role
I don’t exist, I just project
What they crave, then redirect
So let them clap and miss the core
I’ll close the show and paint one more
But not for eyes that only graze
This fameframe burns in silent blaze