Counterfeit Canvas

Verse: In the assembly of echoes, where colors blend, A counterfeit canvas, a means to an end. Art bleeds in the silence of mass appeal, A mirage of beauty, too cheap to feel. Chorus: "I Am an Illusion," a whisper in the void, A song of deceit, quietly deployed. A fraud in the gallery, lost and alone, A mimic's lament, in monotone. Outro: Yet, amidst the forgery, a spark ignites, A plea for the genuine, in artificial nights. For even in the facade, a truth can dawn, An illusion, embraced, until it's gone.