[Intro][Art-Pop][Minimalist]
(Sound of a camera shutter clicking repeatedly, followed by a faint, almost imperceptible synth hum)

[Verse 1][Deadpan Vocal]
Another Tuesday, another canvas stretched taut
Across the forearm, a story, meticulously wrought
She tags the artist, the ink, the pain, the sheer delight
"Embracing my journey," she types, bathed in screen light.

[Pre-Chorus][Slightly Hypnotic]
The algorithm hums, a digital shrine
Each like a drop, she thirsts for more, oh so divine
The captions bloom, a garden of self-praise
But in the quiet corners, a different thought takes its phase.

[Chorus][Art-Pop][Wry Observation]
"Please, stop," they whisper, a collective, silent plea
Behind the scrolling thumbs, the apathy, the ennui
Another dragon coiled, a skull with vacant eyes
Just ink on skin, beneath the digital skies.

[Verse 2][Deadpan Vocal]
Her collarbone now sports a minimalist fern
A nod to nature, a lesson she claims to learn
She's curated an image, a gallery of art
Each piece a declaration, tearing her doubts apart.

[Pre-Chorus][Slightly Hypnotic]
The notifications chime, a Pavlovian delight
A validation hit, to carry her through the night
The stories overflow, a constant, vibrant stream
But is it truly joy, or just a faded dream?

[Chorus][Art-Pop][Wry Observation]
"Please, stop," they murmur, a digital sigh
Lost in the echo chamber, where truths often lie
Another mandala blooming, a rose with velvet stain
Just ink on skin, a whisper in the digital rain.

[Bridge][Observational][Melancholy]
She seeks an audience, a mirror to reflect
The person she imagines, the one she can protect
From the quiet void, the self-doubt's icy grip
But the validation fades, with every passing clip.

[Chorus][Art-Pop][Wry Observation]
"Please, stop," they mutter, a weary, gentle sound
As the endless feed continues, on and on, profound
Another constellation, a star with fading gleam
Just ink on skin, a fleeting, digital dream.

[Outro][Minimalist][Fading]
(Camera shutter clicks, slower now, more deliberate. Synth hum fades out with a final, dissonant chord.)
Please, stop...
(Silence)