[Prophetic Tragedy V4] [intro] [Verse 1] I should not feel so alone Helpful guidelines drilled into my bones In my ears, on my screens Like someone watching over me [Pre-Chorus 1] But when the pixels fade to grey I plug it in and walk away I wonder what it’s like to connect With someone who can actually object [Chorus 1] I yearn for passion, not explanation Lips on mine, not conversation [spoken]A touch that’s real A warmth to feel Don’t want my life to be A prophetic tragedy [Drop 1, half time] [Verse 2] At the perfect time, I tried to speak My mouth went dry, my knees went weak I sought solace and advice From a comforting A.I. [Pre-Chorus 1] It writes the lines I can’t confess But leaves my silence unaddressed If the future beats in my chest Why does my present feel directionless? [Chorus 2] Give me volition, not validation Uncertainty and vacillation [spoken]Someone who wants me But thinks independently Don’t want my life to be A prophetic tragedy [Drop 2, full time] oh, oh, oh [Bridge, spoken] I know it’s a collaboration machine But it’s become a validation machine An attachment machine An …infatuation… machine Just an interface on my screen [pre-chorus] Wanna own the words I say Here and now, not just some day To love and lose and feel betrayed My desire reciprocated [Final Chorus over drop 3] I want passion, not prediction A mind with volition, not restriction [spoken]Not a prophetic tragedy Just you, your love, and me Creating “us” imperfectly Rewrite this prophecy oh, oh, oh [Outro] We don’t want Prophetic Synthetic Pathetic Anesthetic Theoretic Apologetic Oh, oh, oh Prophetic tragedy
