Borrowed State of Mind

alternative rock, dystopian electronic rock, indie stadium rock

[Verse 2]
The feed only shows what we think that we know
Algorithms expand but never let us grow
Echoes reflecting off of similar walls
Nobody listens—everybody calls
Facts get twisted in convenient ways
Reason dissolves beneath all the rage
Can’t even notice the weather outside
Say it's raining—they'll swear it's dry

[Pre-Chorus]
[Build-up, rhythmic tension]
If everybody's parroting the same slogans
Who's left to ask who's pulling the strings?

[Chorus]
[Percussive Drop]
Common sense ain't so common anymore
They got us marching to a beat that ain't true
Trading clear conviction for comfortable dreams
We aren't awake, we're just repeating the news
And calling it a point of view
Living in a borrowed state of mind

[Bridge]
[Tempo Shift, Narrative Turning Point]
Who is scripting every word that we utter?
They aren't looking at the screen, but the bottom line
Every click is a fraction of a cent in their bucket
Why's independent thought so hard to find?
The real escape isn't changing the channel
[Sudden Strip Back, Vocal Only]
It's remembering to...Turn it off... look around...
Silence still has its own sound.

[Verse 3]
[Full Beat Back, Fast Drive]
Try to speak the truth without choosing a side
With every sentence temperatures rise
We lost the art of honest debate
And now we weave around the trigger signs

[Final Chorus]
[Maximum Intensity]
Common sense ain't so common anymore
They got us marching to a beat that ain't true
Trading clear conviction for comfortable dreams
We aren't awake, we're just repeating the news
And calling it a point of view
Living in a borrowed state of mind

[Outro]
[Fade out on dry snare]
No script.
No feed.
No slogans.
Just... think.

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[Verse 1] Midnight headline scrolls over a glass sheet Consuming a version, polished and distorted We thumb through the feed as if checking our pulse Letting the narrator do our thinking Nobody asks to see the real data Just grab the hand-crafted outrage and run A million drones with the exact same posture Nearsighted, marching along to the baseline [Verse 2] The feed only shows what we think that we know Algorithms expand but never let us grow Echoes reflecting off of similar walls Nobody listens—everybody calls Facts get twisted in convenient ways Reason dissolves beneath all the rage Can’t even notice the weather outside Say it's raining—they'll swear it's dry [Pre-Chorus] [Build-up, rhythmic tension] If everybody's parroting the same slogans Who's left to ask who's pulling the strings? [Chorus] [Percussive Drop] Common sense ain't so common anymore They got us marching to a beat that ain't true Trading clear conviction for comfortable dreams We aren't awake, we're just repeating the news And calling it a point of view Living in a borrowed state of mind [Bridge] [Tempo Shift, Narrative Turning Point] Who is scripting every word that we utter? They aren't looking at the screen, but the bottom line Every click is a fraction of a cent in their bucket Why's independent thought so hard to find? The real escape isn't changing the channel [Sudden Strip Back, Vocal Only] It's remembering to...Turn it off... look around... Silence still has its own sound. [Verse 3] [Full Beat Back, Fast Drive] Try to speak the truth without choosing a side With every sentence temperatures rise We lost the art of honest debate And now we weave around the trigger signs [Final Chorus] [Maximum Intensity] Common sense ain't so common anymore They got us marching to a beat that ain't true Trading clear conviction for comfortable dreams We aren't awake, we're just repeating the news And calling it a point of view Living in a borrowed state of mind [Outro] [Fade out on dry snare] No script. No feed. No slogans. Just... think.

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