[INTRO: short instrumental, no humming or vocalizing] “What’s real?
What’s fake? Is this her, or the mask she made?” (What's your price?)
[Verse] Ayo, I watch her scroll, her fingers trace the glow A thousand faces flashing, none she’ll ever know She’s chasing reflections in a pool of glass A smile for the strangers, a life she’s amassed Her eyes speak a language that the screen won’t share A quiet desperation hidden under her stare The likes and the follows, they’re her currency of care
But behind the curtain, is anyone there? [Interlude] She’s a star in a play where the script’s unwritten Every post a plea, every caption bitten The filters frame a life she’ll never own A queen of a kingdom, a throne but alone [Pre Chorus] She acts in a spotlight that nobody sees
Trapped in a story she wrote to appease [Hook] What was the price? What did it cost? How much did it take? How much was lost? Why can't you stop? Why won't it end? Is it society, greed, or someone’s intent? (What was the price?) (ooohhhh...What was the price?) [Instrumental] [Verse 2: new flow] She says, "It's my call, man, I'm breakin' the wall down"
"It's all just ˈkɒntɛnt, so why are they all frownin'?" She posts her first nude with a quote 'bout freedom But checkin' the likes like her life really needs 'em "It's my body, my choice, I'm the one that they pay me" "It's not exploitation if I say it ain't, see?" "I'm bendin' the system, I'm gettin' the profit" But she can't see the box that she's in
'til she's lost in it. Is it liberation? Or stupid validation? A different station on the same... slave plantation? Is it celebration?
Maybe aberration? A desperate ration of a Gen-Z obligation? The greed ain't just her's, see, the hands are all blurry Maybe a boyfriend pushin' , tell her to "hurry" "Just one step further, show something new for the subscription" "It's just entertainment, a simple transaction."
She's chasin' a lifestyle she saw on a screen But the price of that yacht is her self-esteem She counts up the digits, but can't see the limit Of what she admitted she lost in a minute The mirror's delirious, the comments get serious A thousand new simps with ideas almost furious
The flash is glowin', every cracks starts to show' in her whispers "I'm worth it," but the words ain't goin'... ...anywhere. There's no... turnin' back from there. [Pre Chorus] Now the crowd cheers louder, the applause feels thin Is it still validation- or the weight of her sin?
[Hook] What was the price? What did it cost? How much did it take? How much was lost? Why can't you stop? Why won't it end? Is it society, greed, or someone’s intent? (What was the price?) (ooohhhh...What was the price?) [Bridge: dramatic build up] The glow of the screen fades, the noise sinks low In the quiet, a question she’s scared to show “If I strip away the filters, the wealth, the fame Will I still find myself beneath all that shame?” A spark in the dark - maybe it’s not too late
To rewrite the story, to challenge the fate The price weighed heavy, but it’s not the end Redemption’s a journey, and hope’s still your friend!
[Outro Hook: final crescendo] The price was her will! Her voice was the cost! Took part of her soul! Her Innocence lost! It just never stops!
The hunger won’t bend! Fueled by society, greed, and the lies they defend! (What is your price?)