chorus; you don’t notice, it’s out of focus, no you can’t see what is there to see lost our innocence, but you won’t stand for it, mmmmmmmmmmmm you dont notice, won’t ask the questions, it’s unimportant, long as you can’t see them post; you won’t say their names, no, you won’t take the chance, mmm you don’t know their names won’t even try to stand, mmmmmmmmmmmmm no you won’t even try verse 1: feeling ice cold every time you take a peep you don’t even know what is there unseen all you know is that you gotta keep it underneath but you won’t question why you must keep it deep don’t you think it’s the wrong the little secret you have? don’t you think it’s odd you don’t where it’s at, there’s almost no information on the subject and you don’t try to ask the simple questions like their names, the place, why there’s bright lights like the range like the space why they take plight in the suffrage of this creation but that process is a non starter truth is, you’re the product they use this rush to keep it growing and before you know these lives are stolen but you love the rush so you stay in touch and you chorus; you don’t notice, it’s out of focus, no you can’t see what is there to see lost our innocence, but you won’t stand for it, mmmmmmmmmmmm you dont notice, won’t ask the questions, it’s unimportant, long as you can’t see them verse 2: you consume the product blindly truth is the feeling is so inviting if it is, what sense is there in hiding maybe you like the excitement but you don’t even know their names but you’d like to keep it that way if there was a connection you’d go insane and maybe misplace the frustrations in the wrong surely it isn’t you to blame you didn’t make this in the first place but you enable it you’re ashamed of it but too embarrassed it, the love it, so you stray away from it
On repeat 🔁
chorus;
you don’t notice,
it’s out of focus,
no you can’t see
what is there to see
lost our innocence,
but you won’t stand for it,
mmmmmmmmmmmm
you dont notice,
won’t ask the questions,
it’s unimportant,
long as you can’t see them
post;
you won’t say their names,
no, you won’t take the chance,
mmm you don’t know their names
won’t even try to stand,
mmmmmmmmmmmmm
no you won’t even try
verse 1:
feeling ice cold every time you take a peep
you don’t even know what is there unseen
all you know is that you gotta keep it underneath
but you won’t question why you must keep it deep
don’t you think it’s the wrong the little secret you have?
don’t you think it’s odd you don’t where it’s at,
there’s almost no information on the subject
and you don’t try to ask the simple questions
like their names,
the place,
why there’s bright lights
like the range
like the space
why they take plight
in the suffrage of this creation
but that process is a non starter
truth is, you’re the product
they use this rush to keep it growing
and before you know these lives are stolen
but you love the rush
so you stay in touch and you
chorus;
you don’t notice,
it’s out of focus,
no you can’t see
what is there to see
lost our innocence,
but you won’t stand for it,
mmmmmmmmmmmm
you dont notice,
won’t ask the questions,
it’s unimportant,
long as you can’t see them
verse 2:
you consume the product blindly
truth is the feeling is so inviting
if it is, what sense is there in hiding
maybe you like the excitement
but you don’t even know their names
but you’d like to keep it that way
if there was a connection you’d go insane
and maybe misplace
the frustrations in the wrong
surely it isn’t you to blame
you didn’t make this in the first place
but you enable it
you’re ashamed of it
but too embarrassed it,
the love it,
so you stray away from it
Oh yuhhh🤍🙏🏼