Lockdown TikTok

{palm-muted power chords, ticking hi-hats,

building

energy}

Static on the screen,

another warning on the news They tell us what to think,

they dictate what we choose Got a chip inside the plastic,

got a eye up in the sky Sign away your freedom just

to get a little by (get by) {rapid fire rap flow

over driving pop punk drums}

And we march in step,

we bow our heads They script the words that must be said

(yeah, they do) {guitars opening up,

filter sweep on drums}

Cut the wire,

break the mold

We are not yours to be sold They want us quiet,

kept in line But we won't wait for your design (no way)

{full explosion of distorted guitars,

double-time drums, anthemic

vocals} Tracked in every corner,

every pixel on a page Feeding their machine while we rot inside

the cage They manufacture panic just to sell us back the cure

But we see through the shadows and the lines are getting blur

{bouncy trap-metal transition, active bass

line, fast hi-hats} They watch,

they listen Underneath the surface where the systems glisten

We're just numbers in their queue

But we're coming for you (hey,

hey, go) {half-time break,

heavy guitar chugs, vocal buildup} Cut the wire,

break the mold We are not yours to be sold They want

us quiet, kept in line But we won't wait for your design

(no way) {climax, soaring lead guitar lines behind vocals,

frantic drum fills}

No more control (we want it back)

No more control {sudden stop,

ring out of distorted guitar feedback}