[00:00.000] 作词 : 诚宇
[00:01.000] 作曲 : 诚宇
[00:21.928]Every conversation is just another hype
[00:27.284]Mindless trends making nobodies rise
[00:32.482]Warped aesthetics tearing us down
[00:34.991]Empty thoughts leading us round
[00:42.586]Every day we’re drowning in too much trash
[00:46.095]Feeding our fear, our anger, our clash
[00:48.942]Living inside a platform’s control
[00:57.175]Seeing only what they want us to know
[01:01.476]Tiny heads, big bodies steal our sight
[01:06.149]Shit-eaters take our cash in the night
[01:10.661]Every word is distorted
[01:14.032]Nonsense knowledge becoming a must.
[01:19.378]so tragic
[01:51.814]As long as exposure’s the only affair.
[01:55.971]Drowning deep in a sea of lies,
[02:01.143]Our thoughts decay, but our bodies remain
[02:05.627]we far from the truth
[02:11.123]Every day we’re drowning in too much trash
[02:13.524]Feeding our fear, our anger, our clash
[02:17.717]Living inside a platform’s control
[02:25.915]Seeing only what they want us to know
[02:30.675]Our phones are slots that never rest
[02:35.533]Spinning and spinning till we hit the best
[02:43.796]We’ve lost the way to think
[02:47.344]Just dress it up, you’re on the brink
[02:59.732]I’ve had enough
[03:21.312]I want my mind back
[03:26.212]No more control
[03:27.462]I hold the switch
[03:29.061]Just one touch, and you fall at my feet

作词 : 诚宇
作曲 : 诚宇
Every conversation is just another hype
Mindless trends making nobodies rise
Warped aesthetics tearing us down
Empty thoughts leading us round
Every day we’re drowning in too much trash
Feeding our fear, our anger, our clash
Living inside a platform’s control
Seeing only what they want us to know
Tiny heads, big bodies steal our sight
Shit-eaters take our cash in the night
Every word is distorted
Nonsense knowledge becoming a must.
so tragic
As long as exposure’s the only affair.
Drowning deep in a sea of lies,
Our thoughts decay, but our bodies remain
we far from the truth
Every day we’re drowning in too much trash
Feeding our fear, our anger, our clash
Living inside a platform’s control
Seeing only what they want us to know
Our phones are slots that never rest
Spinning and spinning till we hit the best
We’ve lost the way to think
Just dress it up, you’re on the brink
I’ve had enough
I want my mind back
No more control
I hold the switch
Just one touch, and you fall at my feet