Glitter Sells the Gold

V1

Scrollin’ through a thousand smiles, every grin pre-approved,

Hearts for hire, filters fired, everybody smooth.

I got a song that’s bleeding real, but truth don’t trend in chrome,

So I dress my scars in sparkle till the algorithm brings me home.

V2

They want the hook, not the hurt, the sizzle not the steak,

A chorus that can sell perfume, not hearts that break.

I paint my pain in neon till the metrics start to climb,

Lipstick on the loneliness—baby, call it “prime.”

V3

Fake it loud enough and somebody might believe,

Autotuned confession, sold as make-believe.

I chase the echo, not the sound, ‘cause that’s what’s being streamed,

A headline heart with plastic seams.

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Pre 1

Can you hear the heart beneath the mix

Or do you only move when the polish sticks

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Chorus

Glitter sells the gold, and truth hardly shines,

We worship what’s displayed, forget ugly mines.

The story’s bought before it’s told.

Hearts on clearance, dreams on hold.

We trade our truth for something sold.

We buy the glitter, not the gold.________________________________________

V4

Billboards preach perfection, saints with branded sins,

Even God’s on social now—collecting login pins.

Everybody’s holy when the lighting’s just right,

Selling grace in pixels every Saturday night.

V5

I tried to sing it naked, just a voice and chord,

They said “Add some sparkle, son, we’re bored.”

So I plugged it in, turned up the gloss,

Now even my truth wears loss.

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Pre 2

Would you stream a soul without a frame

Or does the shine decide the name

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Chorus

Glitter sells the gold, and truth hardly shines,

We worship what’s displayed, forget ugly mines.

The story’s bought before it’s told.

Hearts on clearance, dreams on hold.

We trade our truth for something sold.

We buy the glitter, not the gold.

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V6

Trending in confession, irony’s the hook,

Selling honesty like it’s something they mistook.

I bottle up the truth and call it merch,

Faith on discount, fresh from church.

V7

Truth’s a backstage pass they rarely scan,

Fame’s the costume, heart’s contraband.

They cheer the glitter, not the grind,

Applause for what they’re told to find.

V8

Scroll, swipe, repeat—attention’s the drug,

We barter depth for dopamine and love.

Lost my voice beneath the feed,

Sold my silence for the need.

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Pre 3

If I stripped the sparkle, would you stay

Or vanish when the colors fade away

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Chorus

Glitter sells the gold, and truth hardly shines,

We worship what’s displayed, forget ugly mines.

The story’s bought before it’s told.

Hearts on clearance, dreams on hold.

We trade our truth for something sold.

We buy the glitter, not the gold.

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V9

Gold records hang like mirrors on belief,

Reflecting fame but not relief.

The louder the lights, the less I see,

Who’s the act—the crowd or me

V10

Algorithms hum my name in code,

While the truth sleeps heavy on the road.

Every show’s a sermon I rehearse,

Preaching polish, cursing verse.

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Pre 4

Can truth compete with clickbait grace

Or does honesty need makeup on its face

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Chorus

Glitter sells the gold, and truth hardly shines,

We worship what’s displayed, forget ugly mines.

The story’s bought before it’s told.

Hearts on clearance, dreams on hold.

We trade our truth for something sold.

We buy the glitter, not the gold.

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V11

They clap the show, not the soul it cost,

Every standing O another meaning lost.

Still I plug in hope and play the part,

Fake lights, real heart.

V12

The glitter fades but the beat remains,

We keep dancing through the growing pains.

Shine wears off, but the groove still rolls,

Can’t kill rhythm born of souls.

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Pre 5

If nobody listens, does the message die

Or echo in the ones who try

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Chorus

Glitter sells the gold, and truth hardly shines,

We worship what’s displayed, forget ugly mines.

The story’s bought before it’s told.

Hearts on clearance, dreams on hold.

We trade our truth for something sold.

We buy the glitter, not the gold.

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V13

I’ll shine till the batteries fade,

Then whisper truth that can’t be played.

When silence hums, the story’s told,

Even glitter can’t sell gold.

Bridge

I’m tired of mirrors made of screens,

Of flawless ghosts and magazine dreams.

Give me cracks that catch the light,

That’s how the truth ignites the night.

Chorus

Glitter sells the gold, and truth hardly shines,

We worship what’s displayed, forget ugly mines.

The story’s bought before it’s told.

Hearts on clearance, dreams on hold.

We trade our truth for something sold.

We buy the glitter, not the gold.