Jordan Lee - Bittersweet

Frozen in time, in a world gone blind
Hands cover eyes, backs turned on all of the sin
Tipping scales might, favour left or right
And it's all for money
We don't wanna come down, down
Concealed chains hold us to the ground
We don't have no power
With the illusion that we are meant to bow
We don't wanna come down, down
But they want us medicated
Til all free thought is faded
It's bittersweet in the moment
Weaponised minds, destructive designs
Waiting for the bomb to drop and hope that we are winning
Close your eyes and you forget it for a minute
All the sacrifice, innocent souls, I hope it satisfies
We don't wanna come down, down
Concealed chains hold us to the ground
We don't have no power
With the illusion that we are meant to bow
We don't wanna come down, down
But they want us medicated
Til all free thought is faded
It's bittersweet in the moment
You are beholden, and you are chosen
Yet you are frozen, never letting go in the moment
You are mistaken, and so you are fading
I know you can taste it, ain't it bittersweet in the moment?
We are beholden, and we are chosen
Yet we are frozen, never letting go in the moment
We are mistaken, so we are fading
And now we can taste it, ain't it bittersweet in the moment?
Bittersweet in the moment
Ain't it bittersweet in the moment?
Bittersweet in the moment
Why can't we go?
Far away from here
Out run the fear
Can't let go
Or be sincere
When the bombs fall, will it be like we imagined or will truth flow?
Take a look at mirror mirror hanging on the wall
Digital or physical, its still a black hole
When you're scrolling down the feed your mind will distort
The algorithm in the form of a crystal ball
Will it learn to love, or will it learn to hate?
We'll find out when the siren calls
When the bombs fall, will it be like we imagined or will truth flow?
Take a look at mirror mirror hanging on the wall
Digital or physical, its still a black hole
When you're scrolling down the feed your mind will distort
The algorithm in the form of a crystal ball
Will it learn to love, or will it learn to feed on our souls?
Our souls
We don't have no power with concealed chains holding us to the ground

Written by:
ANDREW JAMES BULLIMORE, HANNAH WILSON, JOSH WILKINSON, ANDREW BULLIMORE

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