We Were Promised Jetpacks 1 1 1 1 - good cadence/melody, bad mix (Cover)

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[Intro]

[Verse 1]
We were raised on blinking lights and bold predictions,
Chrome-plated dreams, mall-food-court religion.
Posters said tomorrow’s just a button away,
But the glass was cracked and it wouldn’t behave.

Payphones whisper things they don’t believe,
I learned how to lie from the TV screen.
We ran every block like it meant something more,
Chasing a future that never hit the door.

[Pre-Chorus]
They said, hold on, it’s coming soon,
Said, don’t blink, don’t miss the boom.
But the countdown stalled at a quarter past hope,
And we’re still learning how to cope (how to cope)

[Chorus]
We were promised jetpacks, skies at our feet,
Now we’re stuck in traffic with the same old beat.
Analog hearts with nowhere to fly,
Hands in the air asking, “Is this our life?”
We were promised jetpacks, fire and speed,
Now we run on caffeine and half-belief.
If this is the future, tell me why
It feels like goodbye under skies that lie.

[Verse 2]
Billboards talk like they’re calling my name,
Selling heaven with a barcode and a claim.
I tried to grow up, tried to settle down,
But my pulse still jumps when the lights shut down.

We learned to survive in an emo scream,
Built our homes in the in-between.
Every scar’s a spark I keep,
Proof I’m breathing when the silence creeps.

[Pre-Chorus]
They said just wait, it’s almost here,
But almost turns into another year.
So I hold my hope with duct-taped faith,
And dare the dark to look away (look away)

[Melodic Guitar Solo]

[Bridge]
Maybe the lie was thinking we’d escape,
Maybe the truth is we build from the break.
If the wings never came, we learned to burn,
Turn all this pressure into something earned.

So light the fuse, let the speakers bleed,
If we can’t fly, then we shake the street.

[Final Chorus]
We were promised jetpacks. fine, we’ll make our own,
Out of feedback, fury, and the ways we’ve grown.
Analog hearts, watch us tear the sky,
Middle fingers up at the end-of-time.
We were promised jetpacks, didn’t get a thing,
But we found our voice in the noise we bring.
If this is the future, hear us now
We’re not backing down, we’re lifting somehow.

[Outro]
Static in the stars, but we’re still alive,
Counting down wrong. Still ready to try.

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[Intro] [Verse 1] We were raised on blinking lights and bold predictions, Chrome-plated dreams, mall-food-court religion. Posters said tomorrow’s just a button away, But the glass was cracked and it wouldn’t behave. Payphones whisper things they don’t believe, I learned how to lie from the TV screen. We ran every block like it meant something more, Chasing a future that never hit the door. [Pre-Chorus] They said, hold on, it’s coming soon, Said, don’t blink, don’t miss the boom. But the countdown stalled at a quarter past hope, And we’re still learning how to cope (how to cope) [Chorus] We were promised jetpacks, skies at our feet, Now we’re stuck in traffic with the same old beat. Analog hearts with nowhere to fly, Hands in the air asking, “Is this our life?” We were promised jetpacks, fire and speed, Now we run on caffeine and half-belief. If this is the future, tell me why It feels like goodbye under skies that lie. [Verse 2] Billboards talk like they’re calling my name, Selling heaven with a barcode and a claim. I tried to grow up, tried to settle down, But my pulse still jumps when the lights shut down. We learned to survive in an emo scream, Built our homes in the in-between. Every scar’s a spark I keep, Proof I’m breathing when the silence creeps. [Pre-Chorus] They said just wait, it’s almost here, But almost turns into another year. So I hold my hope with duct-taped faith, And dare the dark to look away (look away) [Chorus] We were promised jetpacks, skies at our feet, Now we’re stuck in traffic with the same old beat. Analog hearts with nowhere to fly, Hands in the air asking, “Is this our life?” We were promised jetpacks, fire and speed, Now we run on caffeine and half-belief. If this is the future, tell me why It feels like goodbye under skies that lie. [Melodic Guitar Solo] [Bridge] Maybe the lie was thinking we’d escape, Maybe the truth is we build from the break. If the wings never came, we learned to burn, Turn all this pressure into something earned. So light the fuse, let the speakers bleed, If we can’t fly, then we shake the street. [Final Chorus] We were promised jetpacks. fine, we’ll make our own, Out of feedback, fury, and the ways we’ve grown. Analog hearts, watch us tear the sky, Middle fingers up at the end-of-time. We were promised jetpacks, didn’t get a thing, But we found our voice in the noise we bring. If this is the future, hear us now We’re not backing down, we’re lifting somehow. [Outro] Static in the stars, but we’re still alive, Counting down wrong. Still ready to try.

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