[Verse 1] The satellites are weeping in the dark, Tracing shadows where we left our mark. The ticker tape is bleeding red and gold, A story of the end that’s being told. We’re dancing on the edge of razor wire, Feeding all our secrets to the fire. The neon hum is drowning out the prayer, Of ghosts who haunt the static in the air. (Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok)

[Chorus] So let us tiptoe through the tulips, While the sirens wail a hollow tune. We’re racing toward the black eclipse, Beneath a cold and fractured moon. The garden’s dying in the velvet night, We’ve traded all our stars for artificial light. Tiptoe through the tulips, don’t look back, The world is fading into velvet black.
(Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok)
[Verse 2] The iron birds are circling the sun, The final game of shadows has begun. We trade our sanity for bits and bytes, And lose our way within the city lights. The history books are burning in the hall, While we wait for the hammer blow to fall. No mercy in the circuits or the code, Just silence at the end of every road. (Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok)

(Rap Verse)

The algorithm’s hungry, yeah, it’s eating up the soul, We’re losing all control, playing roles in a digital hole. The satellites are watching while we’re scrolling through the feed, Planting seeds of panic, yeah, it’s satisfying greed. The market’s crashing down, but we’re focused on the screen, Living in a fever dream, trapped inside the machine. The tension’s rising high, yeah, the pressure’s getting thick, The world is spinning faster, man, it’s making me sick. We’re staring at the void, waiting for the final shock, While the seconds slip away—Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok.

The borders are blurring, the atmosphere is thin, We’re paying for the sins of the places that we’ve been. The infrastructure’s brittle, yeah, it’s cracking at the seams, We’re selling off our futures just to subsidize our dreams. The sirens in the distance are the only lullaby, Watching all the empires fall beneath a burning sky. No shelter in the data, no refuge in the cloud, The silence of the aftermath is getting way too loud. The countdown’s moving forward, we’re stuck inside the lock, Hear the rhythm of the end—Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok.

[drop] (Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok)

[buildup] (Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok)

[Bridge] The clock is ticking, but the hands are still, We’ve lost the strength to bend the iron will. The soil is poisoned by the greed we sow, A harvest that we’ll never get to know. (Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok)

[Chorus] So let us tiptoe through the tulips, While the sirens wail a hollow tune. We’re racing toward the black eclipse, Beneath a cold and fractured moon. The garden’s dying in the velvet night, We’ve traded all our stars for artificial light. Tiptoe through the tulips, don’t look back, The world is fading into velvet black. (Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok)

(Outro) The petals fall like snow upon the grave, There’s nothing left for us to try and save. Just silence now, the static starts to creep, The world is finally falling into sleep. (Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok)