Since ive been thinking
Where does the wind go
When its echo sounds alone
When i find myself broken
And left to just
Let go
Tell me

Where does the wind go

Have you got TikTok Rot
Head in a constant spin
Telling you their brand of truth
As you nod along, with a goofy grin

Have you got TikTok Rot
Finger in a constant swipe
Can’t find your way to concentrate
While they infiltrate your mind

Have you got TikTok Rot
Eyes in a constant shift
Before you know it you’re all out of focus
With the foolishness, they put in your head

Have you got TikTok Rot
Constant in your drooling
Where all you know is what you’ve been told
No idea of what you’re doing

Have you got TikTok Rot
In a constant state of panic
On the edge of certain death
If they were to ban it

Have you got TikTok Rot
Hey Buddy, what’s that smell
It’s all the rot inside TikTok
A generation stumbling over themselves

You've got her stuck in your teeth
I taste her whenever you kiss me
The aftertaste of what could've been
a bitter sweet remembrance of everything you're missing
while I lay here in a space left by another person
barely fulfilling the taste after which you're thirsting.