This world... it's not right...

Everything's wrong... everything's wrong...

Where are you?..

The whole city's in bright wrapping, yeah,

On every wall, a new address, a clue, yeah.

This sweet, sweet smoke, it's fresh and bittersweet,

But for this synthetic honey, you'll give all you got.

Eat more of these minty, colorful, French ones,

But in the end, they bring just screams and torture.

The world's gone mad, offering a candy,

Behind which hides a bitter abyss.

A young king, his glass crown's weight feels wrong,

His eyes hold not a fire, but some strange turn.

You're searching at your feet, not for the stars,

Here's your "treasure," and you're losing your count.

Said: "I'm stronger, I control the dose,"

But this sweetness led you off the proper course.

In your pocket, not money, just phantom bills,

And before your eyes, not friends, just chills.

And you're flying, flying down, promising yourself "stop,"

But this honey's sticky, bro, it won't let go. No.

The whole city's in bright wrapping, yeah,

On every wall, a new address, a clue, yeah.

This sweet, sweet smoke, it's fresh and bittersweet,

But for this synthetic honey, you'll give all you got.

Eat more of these minty, colorful, French ones,

But in the end, they bring just screams and torture.

The world's gone mad, offering a candy,

Behind which hides a bitter abyss.

She was pure like the first snow, just sixteen,

Now her soul's just digits on a card's magnetic stripe.

She's searching for the stash, like a treasure at the rainbow's end,

But finds only the pain, and all the broken bonds.

The system, a dictatorship of sweet poison,

Your dreams are shattered, like fragile glass.

Your own peers are dealers on the 'Gram,

Selling a pink high, but the end's always shame and scream.

Stop... take a look at yourself...

Where are you going? It's a trap, you know...

Your life's not a candy, you can't taste it again...

Eat more of these... minty... colorful...

Synthetic honey...

WAKE UP!