Cameras Never Blink

They follow every step, every fucking street Turn a private conversation into something they can tweet One picture, one headline, one rumor, one lie Then they sell your whole life while they watch you deny They don't need permission, they just need a shot Catch you at your worst, then pretend that you're not “Exclusive!” “Breaking!” “You won't believe what we found!” They turn a quiet moment into a fucking battleground Scream: They don't see Shera. They see a headline. They see a face. A scandal. A number. They see money. You could smile for a thousand photographs They'll publish the one where you look like an ass You could save somebody and nobody cares But fuck up once and suddenly everyone's there They chase you through the city, chase you through the rain Then wonder why you don't wanna see a camera again They invade your privacy, call it “public interest” Then sell your humiliation as tomorrow's biggest business Scream: And the media? They don't need the truth. They need a story. A clean little villain. A perfect little victim. A headline people can fucking swallow. So they cut out the context, rearrange what you said Put a thousand little lies inside the words in your head Then watch the public judge you before you can explain Because outrage gets attention and attention makes them paid But here's the funny part about the cameras you chase: One day they stop following. No flashes. No headlines. No strangers screaming your name. Just silence. And suddenly... you realize you were addicted to being watched.