Dead Inside the Frame کے بول

Picture-perfect posture Frozen in the light Every flaw adjusted Out of sight Smile locked in position Breathing on delay Living like a portrait That slowly fades away Still as stone But cracking underneath Dead inside the frame Burning without flame Every perfect angle hides the blame Dead inside the frame Applause without connection Eyes that never blink Standing in reflection On the edge of what I think Tear the canvas Let it rip I'm not your static image Dead inside the frame No one speaks my name If perfection is the game I quit the frame The picture finally falls