omnis
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[Verse 1]
Scrolling through reflections on a glowing screen,
Perfect jawlines, golden ratios, chasing the dream.
Pixel gods and shadow posts in a feedback loop,
Everybody’s searching for the ultimate proof.
[Pre-Chorus]
There’s a thread for the eyes, a guide for the soul,
A thousand opinions on how to be whole.
But deep in the comments, a truth starts to bend—
We’re all just editing the same face again.
[Chorus]
Oh, looksmax dot org, tell me who I am,
Underneath the filters, the contrast and the tan.
Building up a version that the world might adore,
But what if I’m enough — without one edit more?
[Verse 2]
Chin up, tape measure, lighting from the side,
Angles and algorithms for a better life.
Self-improvement, or just self-control?
The mirror doesn’t lie, but it doesn’t tell it all.
[Pre-Chorus]
There’s a post about purpose, lost in a trend,
Where confidence starts and comparison ends.
In between the progress pics and the pain,
Someone says, “Hey bro, you look okay.”
[Chorus]
Oh, looksmax dot org, tell me who I am,
Underneath the filters, the contrast and the tan.
Building up a version that the world might adore,
But what if I’m enough — without one edit more?
[Bridge]
We chase the light, we chase the frame,
We chase the validation game.
But beauty fades and code decays,
And maybe that’s okay.
[Final Chorus]
Looksmax dot org, you gave me a plan,
But I’m learning to see me with my own two hands.
The mirror’s not the enemy, it’s just a door —
To something real, to something more.
[Outro]
Yeah, something more…
Beyond the score.
Scrolling through reflections on a glowing screen,
Perfect jawlines, golden ratios, chasing the dream.
Pixel gods and shadow posts in a feedback loop,
Everybody’s searching for the ultimate proof.
[Pre-Chorus]
There’s a thread for the eyes, a guide for the soul,
A thousand opinions on how to be whole.
But deep in the comments, a truth starts to bend—
We’re all just editing the same face again.
[Chorus]
Oh, looksmax dot org, tell me who I am,
Underneath the filters, the contrast and the tan.
Building up a version that the world might adore,
But what if I’m enough — without one edit more?
[Verse 2]
Chin up, tape measure, lighting from the side,
Angles and algorithms for a better life.
Self-improvement, or just self-control?
The mirror doesn’t lie, but it doesn’t tell it all.
[Pre-Chorus]
There’s a post about purpose, lost in a trend,
Where confidence starts and comparison ends.
In between the progress pics and the pain,
Someone says, “Hey bro, you look okay.”
[Chorus]
Oh, looksmax dot org, tell me who I am,
Underneath the filters, the contrast and the tan.
Building up a version that the world might adore,
But what if I’m enough — without one edit more?
[Bridge]
We chase the light, we chase the frame,
We chase the validation game.
But beauty fades and code decays,
And maybe that’s okay.
[Final Chorus]
Looksmax dot org, you gave me a plan,
But I’m learning to see me with my own two hands.
The mirror’s not the enemy, it’s just a door —
To something real, to something more.
[Outro]
Yeah, something more…
Beyond the score.