[Verse 1] The satellites are weeping in the dark, Tracing shadows where we left our mark. The ticker tape is bleeding red and gold, A story of the end thatโs being told. Weโre dancing on the edge of razor wire, Feeding all our secrets to the fire. The neon hum is drowning out the prayer, Of ghosts who haunt the static in the air. (Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok) [Chorus] So let us tiptoe through the tulips, While the sirens wail a hollow tune. Weโre racing toward the black eclipse, Beneath a cold and fractured moon. The gardenโs dying in the velvet night, Weโve traded all our stars for artificial light. Tiptoe through the tulips, donโt look back, The world is fading into velvet black. (Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok) [Verse 2] The iron birds are circling the sun, The final game of shadows has begun. We trade our sanity for bits and bytes, And lose our way within the city lights. The history books are burning in the hall, While we wait for the hammer blow to fall. No mercy in the circuits or the code, Just silence at the end of every road. (Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok) (Rap Verse) The algorithmโs hungry, yeah, itโs eating up the soul, Weโre losing all control, playing roles in a digital hole. The satellites are watching while weโre scrolling through the feed, Planting seeds of panic, yeah, itโs satisfying greed. The marketโs crashing down, but weโre focused on the screen, Living in a fever dream, trapped inside the machine. The tensionโs rising high, yeah, the pressureโs getting thick, The world is spinning faster, man, itโs making me sick. Weโre staring at the void, waiting for the final shock, While the seconds slip awayโTik-Tok, Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok. The borders are blurring, the atmosphere is thin, Weโre paying for the sins of the places that weโve been. The infrastructureโs brittle, yeah, itโs cracking at the seams, Weโre selling off our futures just to subsidize our dreams. The sirens in the distance are the only lullaby, Watching all the empires fall beneath a burning sky. No shelter in the data, no refuge in the cloud, The silence of the aftermath is getting way too loud. The countdownโs moving forward, weโre stuck inside the lock, Hear the rhythm of the endโTik-Tok, Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok. [drop] (Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok) [buildup] (Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok) [Bridge] The clock is ticking, but the hands are still, Weโve lost the strength to bend the iron will. The soil is poisoned by the greed we sow, A harvest that weโll never get to know. (Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok) [Chorus] So let us tiptoe through the tulips, While the sirens wail a hollow tune. Weโre racing toward the black eclipse, Beneath a cold and fractured moon. The gardenโs dying in the velvet night, Weโve traded all our stars for artificial light. Tiptoe through the tulips, donโt look back, The world is fading into velvet black. (Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok) (Outro) The petals fall like snow upon the grave, Thereโs nothing left for us to try and save. Just silence now, the static starts to creep, The world is finally falling into sleep. (Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok)
